"Where do they all come from?" said Beu wonderingly.

"You've got me there," answered Tom. "I never thought about that.
Look out!" he exclaimed suddenly, dragging Ben from in front of a
team coming up the street. "Do you want to get run over?"

"I was looking the other way," said Ben, rather confused.

"You've got to look all ways to once here," said Tom.

"I guess you're right. Don't people often get run over?"

"Once in a while. There's a friend of mine--Patsy Burke--a newsboy,
was run over last year and had his leg broke. They took him to
Bellevue Hospital, and cut it off."

"Is he alive now?"

"Oh, yes, he's alive and to work, the same as ever. He's got a
wooden leg."

"Poor boy!" said Ben compassionately.

"Oh, he don't mind it, Patsy don't. He's always jolly."

By this time they reached the office of the California Steamship
Company. There was a large sign up, so that there was no difficulty
in finding it.