The three finally got back to the lodging house from Medda's. They decided to join in on a poker game between Race and Snipeshooter. Anne continued to pace around the table looking at everyone's cards. She came to Snipes who had noting in his hand as usual, "Pretty good, pretty good," she said, trying to mislead the other players.
The usual high biding players began to fold, including Pie and Race. "Lay down your cards Snipe!" Race commanded. He laid down his variety of bad cards and scooped up the pile of coins in the center of the table.
"Oh-my-gosh.... I jist folded for that!" Race yelled letting out a big puff of smoke from his cigar. "I jist lost 30 freaking cents!" he roared. "Tough luck," Snipes laughed as he counted hiss stack of money.
Race then realized that it wasn't Snipes that had caused him to fold. "Where is she? Where is she?" he yelled, as his eyes wandered about the room in search of Anne. He finally noticed her quivering under a bunk in the corner of the room.
He quickly ran over and jerked her out by her ankles. She started to giggle and squeal as he dangled her upside down. All of the other some-what angry boys ran over to help with whatever Race needed. Snipes looked on, hoping anxiously that there might be a fight.
"Come on guys ....It was just a little fun," she giggled. She quickly turned to give Pie a stern look, "A little help here?" "Don't do anything too serious ta her. I mean she didn't make yall fold," he explained. "Thanks Pie. What would I eva do wit out ya?" she muttered sarcastically.
"I know doll. Hey! I see ya been workin' on ya New Yawk accent. Sounds good." he laughed.
All of a sudden the door to the bunkroom flew open with a bang and in walked a kinda short, but well built guy with brown hair, around the age of 17. Everyone quickly turned to look. "Spot!" Race yelled and quickly rushed over dropping Anne with a loud "thump".
"Owww...! she yelled as she hit the ground.
"Me and two of me boys..." he began as he pointed to the two tough guys standing in the doorframe, "Came to check on you Manhattan boys. I 'eard from da little boidies dat you all got in a bit of trouble yesterday." he said with a large grin.
"What kinda trouble are ya talkin' 'bout?" Pie asked.
"Oh...I don't know. Somethin' envolvin' some pretty goil..." he said making his grin grow larger.
"Oh about Anne!" Pie said as he finally remembered Anne. He quickly rushed over to her and stuck out a hand to help her up. She quickly got up, not taking the hand for help. "So did you jist all of a sudden forget me?" she whispered angrily so that only they could hear. He just shrugged and pulled her over to Spot.
Anne spit in her palm and stuck it out to shake with Spot. He laughed and gladly took the offer by shaking hands. "Spot dis is Anne.... she's my goil," Pie said proudly.
"Well, well, well. So you finally got ya self a goil. A nice one at dat," Spot laughed. "Back off Spot. Did is Spot, da most famous and toughest of all newsies. He's da leada' of Brooklyn."
Anne began to look Spot over and let out a giggle. "What's so funny?" Spot glared, crossing his arms over his chest. "It's just dat...dat... you don't look so tough." she said through more giggles.
Spot was steaming mad and all of the guys knew it so they all started to back off. He began to gain control on himself and grabbed her arm, "So, you got some spirit, but ya know dat if you weren't a goil I'd tear you apart for dat," he said and pushed her into the nearest wall.
"Pieboy, you'd betta' teach dat goil some manners....or else," Spot threatened before turning and storming into Jack's room, giving the door a good slam.