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Chapter eight: Letter to Kloppman.
"This ain't good Jack, we gotta find Snipeshooter!" Race shouted shaking Jack by the shoulders.
"Would ya stop?" Jack asked slapping the smaller boy's hands away.
"I thought ya hate 'im." Blink commented with a knowing smirk.
"I ain't fond o' tha kid but he's tha youngest. He ain't that tough yet." Race mumbled looking anywhere but at them.
The taller boys laughed at the indignant Italian. They knew better than to tell him otherwise but they knew he was fond of Snipeshooter no matter how many times he swatted him in the morning or how many times they wanted to lock the two of them in a room and have them duke it out once and for all, Racetrack still didn't like the idea of Snipeshooter getting hurt.
"Look we gotta come up with a plan ta get 'em back. Who knows what's happenin' to 'em." Skittery said leaning against the corner of a bed where Jack, Race, Skittery and Blink were currently trying to come up with a plan.
The rest of the newsies were all fast asleep, save for Mush and Jake whom were digging around Specs's bunk to find what they needed to write a letter to Kloppman. They had been told to go to bed with the rest of the kids who weren't considered big kids yet. They may be thirteen but they were only considered one of the big kids when they were fourteen. The two of them still had one year to go.
"What are we doin' again?" Jake asked in a loud whisper right next to Mush's ear so that the other boy could hear.
"I'm gonna write Kloppy a letter and ask him what we should do. You gotta help me at the post office, Cause I can't hear too good." He answered simply as he pulled out what they needed for the letter.
"Okay." The other boy said quietly as they crept past the older boys and down the stairs.
Mush quickly wrote his letter and put it in an envelope and the two of them slipped out the door after Mush had made sure he had given Jake the right amount of money. They made sure to keep quiet so that the boys and Mr. Carter didn't hear them. If they were caught Blink would be furious enough to make him stay home until his ear infection was all better and Snoddy, Jake's real older brother, would definitely hear about it.
"Ain't it time ta be inside?" Snoddy asked when he caught them just as they were heading out of the lodging house.
"Yeah but we gotta go do something." Jake protested while Mush frowned trying his best to follow the conversation without hearing much.
"What's so important that it ain't gonna wait til mornin'?" Snoddy asked folding his arms. He might only be a year older but he liked to act as though he was one of the oldest newsies.
"We'se gonna send a letter ta Kloppman and ask him what ta do." Jake replied looking at his brother with a frown on his face.
"Okay, me an' Mush'll take it ta the post office. You go upstairs an' Tell Jack an' Blink."Snoddy ordered before putting a hand on Mush's shoulder and guiding him down the block.
Jake ran up the stairs to do what he was told. He didn't look forward to it since Blink would not be happy that they had tried to slip out.
