Racetrack jumped off the coach he rode on everyday on his way home from the track. As he started to walk toward the Newsboy logging house he saw a sign on the front right hand side of a window in the front of a cafe. He was about to pass it when he saw what it said.

"News boy wanted to write articles for our new newspaper." He read out loud.

Just then a man walked out of the café and look right at him.

"Are you interested, kid?" the man looked at him as Race looked at the sign.

"Naw, just lookin'." Race said then started to walk off.

"You sure?" the man asked.

"Ya, I'm sure. Besides, I've already gots me a job." Race tried to back out of the conversation.

"Ya, I've seen you around," said the man, "But what does being a Newsie pay, about a dollar a day?"

Race turned around, "Ya, 'bout that."

"I'll tell you what," the man gave him a smile. "You come here to work for me rather then off where ever you go to sell your newspapers, and I'll give you ten dollars an article. Sound far to you?"

Race wasn't too sure about this man. He was fine being a Newsie; He got paid enough to take care of himself. Besides, if he went to him instead of the racetrack, how could he gamble with people?

"Whats da 'ours?" Race asked the man who was now locking the café door.

"As long as it takes you to right the article you're assigned." The man placed the key in his pocket.

"Well. I guess I'll think about it." The man smiled in agreement then started walking down the street.

Race stayed up late thinking all night. He didn't quite know whether he wanted to at least tryout the job, or just ignore what happened on his way home that evening. He barely dozed off when he was woken up by his friend Jack Kelly.

"Hey, Race, time to get up! All da guys are gone to get their papes already!" Jack gave him push that almost knocked him out of his bed.

Race got out of bed and started to get ready to leave. As he was combing his hair he told Jack everything that happened the night before.

"Do ya think it's worth it?" Race asked.

"Sounds to good to be true if ya ask me. But I guess it wudden hoit to try it out would it?" Jack grinned. "If you don't take it I think I'll go over there and try it out!"

Race laughed, "I guess you're right. I'll get over there and check it out."

Race walked out the door and started the other direction as Jack. He walked into the café and to the man from the night before who was standing at the front desk.

"So you came back, thought you would." He walked out from behind the desk. "So what's your name kid?" the man looked at him closely.

"Racetrack, Racetrack Higgins." He took a seat at a near by table. "Who are you?"

The man laughed, "I'm John Hunters." The man put out his hand to shake Race's.

Race took the hand and looked at him. "Do Mr. Hunters."

"Call me John."

"Alright, John, when do I start getting the money?"

Hunters laughed. "As soon as you start written. The first article I want you to write is a humor article, you know the kind that's written just for entertainment, think you can handle that?"

"Ya, I think so, but do I have to write it here? Or can I go somewhere else to write it?" Race was thinking of a nice spot under a tree by the racetracks to write his first article.

"You can go anywhere that'll help ya think."

Race liked this idea, he only had one problem, "Say Hunters, do you have any paper I can write on?"

"Sure, here ya go." Mr. Hunter gave him a notebook that hand just a few scribbles on the front page, other then that it was completely new.

"Hey, thanks." Said Race as he walked out of the café. "So when do you want this article?" calling from the doorway.

"By tonight would be nice." Said the man. Then Race-walked out of the door.