CHAPTER VII. 

HAL DETERMINES TO INVESTIGATE. 

When Hal came to his senses he found himself in the arms of a boy slightly taller than himself, who was doing all in his power to restore consciousness by the application of snow to Hal's forehead. 

"What--what----" he began. 

"Good! yer come around at last, have yer?" cried the boy. "Blessed if I didn't think yer was a goner." 

Hal put his hand up to his head. 

"Where am I?" he asked, faintly. 

"Yer all right; don't worry," replied the tall boy. "Don't yer remember me?" 

Hal pulled himself together, and looked at the speaker. 

"Jack McCabe!" he cried. 

"Yer struck it fust clip. Say, wot was der matter wid yer? Yer couldn't have been froze, coz it wasn't cold enough." 

"I was struck on the head." 

"Gee crickety! Who struck yer?" 

"I--I--nobody, I think. It was some bricks from that building." 

"Oh, dat's it. How do yer feel now?" 

"Awfully light-headed," responded Hal, telling the exact truth. 

"Kin yer walk about a block? I only live jest around dat corner." 

Hal started at these words. 

"You do?" 

"Yes." 

"Tell me, is your father janitor of a building down in Wall Street?" 

"O' course not. Didn't I tell yer we lived here?" 

Hal looked relieved. 

"What has that got to do with it?" he asked, curiously. 

"Why, dem janitors all lives in der buildin's da takes care of," explained Jack. 

"The reason I ask is because there is a Daniel McCabe janitor of the building I work in." 
Where did Jack live?
I only live jest around dat corner