Later that day Spot and Christy made their way around Brooklyn. Christy was leaning on Spot's shoulder and limping around, while Spot kept looking around for somewhere to stay. The couple walked towards the docks when a tall boy steeped in front of Spot and Christy.
"Who are you'se?" The big guy asked.
"I'm…Spot…Spot Conlon and this is…" Spot began to say but Christy cut him off.
"Scamp, the name's Scamp. And who are you?"
"Me?" The Big boy inquired. "I'se Knuckles. Where are you'se two goin'?"
"What are you? The Spanish Inquisition?" Christy demanded. She had this look on her face of no fear even though she was staring down was at least 4 inches taller than her.
"You know little missy dat mouth o' yours is gonna get'cha in trouble one o' des days."
"Look we don't want any trouble, we just need somewhere to stay." Spot jumped in before Christy got them both killed. "Do you know anyone who we could talk to?"
"Yeah, Claw, he da leadea o' de Brooklyn newsies."
"Newsies? What the hell is a newsie?" Christy muttered to her self. Knuckles shot Christy a dirty look before he went on.
"You'se…uh…Spot…you'se could be a newsie, and maybe da goil too. If she don't cause to much trouble. Lemme go an get Claw." Knuckles disappeared into the shadows.
"What was that?" Spot asked flaming.
"What do you mean?" Christy asked sitting down a crate.
"You giving him lip…not smart Chris. He like 5 inches taller than you and he's a boy and shall I go on?"
"No that's fine thanks. But hay this is New York…everyone acts like that. If you don't act tough then everyone bigger than you is gonna be able to push you around."
"Yeah I guess that's true but lets just get some friends first. And then whats up with this nick-name?"
"Well you have a nick-name and I wanted one…besides basically that's what I am now…a scamp."
"You are? I doubt that." Spot said smirking.
"Do you even know what the word means?"
"Yes. It's a trouble maker…everyone knows that." Christy just rolled her eyes at her companion. "What? What?" Spot asked smiling. Just then Knuckles returned with another boy about eight-teen years old it looked.
"Claw dis here is da boy Spot an da goil Scamp…the one wid da mouth." Knuckles introduced the two Southerners.
"So you'se two lookin' for a place ta stay." The older boy, Claw said.
"Yeah we are." Said Spot.
"Well we got a few bunks open at da lodgin' house. You'se two can stay dere and be newsies. If you wanna."
"Yes! Yes we do!" Christy said before Spot could say anything. She didn't want to take any chances of not seizing the day. Claw looked from Christy to Spot.
"Alright." Spot said. "We'll do it."
"Great. Knuckles take em to da House…they can start tomorroa."