For two weeks Tom Gordon prosecuted his vocation as a newsboy in the city of New York, by which time he had gained enough experience to earn his daily bread, but nothing beyond that.

Such being the case, he felt that he was not making a success of his calling, as there was no reserve fund upon which to draw for clothing or other necessities.
The greater portion of a month wore by, during which he never gained the slightest knowledge of the fate of Jim Travers.
Tom went to the morgue, and applied to the police, and, in fact, used every means at his command to learn something.

He occasionally encountered his friend Patsey, who rendered all the assistance he could, but it availed nothing.
When the fortnight was up, Tom received an unexpected offer, that the Irishman, through some acquaintance, secured for him.

It was the opportunity to sell newspapers and periodicals on the Hudson River Railroad.

He was to leave New York in the morning, "working the train" on the way up to Albany, and come down again in the afternoon.
This was such a big advance on what he had been doing, that he joyfully accepted the offer, even though he held not the slightest intention of following it as a continuous occupation.