For the next couple of weeks Scamp was taken under the wing of M&M, Claw's right hand newsie. He showed her the ropes while Spot learned from Claw himself. They all became really good friends. Spot became really street smart, while Scamp became a great gambler and a little street wise herself. Soon Spot was as good as Claw at fighting, the slingshot, slipping in and out of shadows, selling papes, improving the headlines and everything else, but he was still the same Spot.

It was Scamps first day of selling by herself and was given the selling spot by the bridge. She had sold all of her papers but her last.

"Mayor found sleeping with a street girl! After wife found out he needed 30 stitches!" Scamp screamed at the top of her lungs. The headline was really 'Mayor found a street cat sleeping in his bed, needed stitches after arousing it.' Of course she was stretching the headline a little, she wasn't for sure if the cat was a girl cat or not.

"Scamp! Scamp!" A voice shouted as Christy sold her last paper.

"What?" Christy turned around and saw Spot running to her.

"You'se gotta get ova to da Lodgin' House!" Spot said panting, along with all his new qualities he had picked up the New Yorker accent.

"Why?"

"Claw, is leavin' da newsies business. Says he's too old. He's gonna leave someone in charge and wants everyone ta be dere."

"Really?"

Spot nodded hi head and began to run back to the Lodging House with Christy following close behind him. When they arrived every newsie in Brooklyn was there. Claw was standing on the stoop.

"Great Spot, you'se found her!" Claw shouted over the dull roar of the newsies. "Alright everybody shut-up!" At this command all the noise created by the newsies stopped.

"Now I'se know da you'se guys are gonna miss me right?" This was more of a command than a question but all the newsies nodded their heads. "Now as of yesterday I'se turned 21, da legal age. So I'se gonna go out an' look fer a job out in New York. SO I'se gonna leave a new boy in charge, and if you give him any problems he can either soke ya or come and find me. Spot come on up here…" Claw motioned for Spot to join him on the stoop. "Yeah, yeah I know he's new an all but I'se also know all of you'se boys respect him an' dat he's as good as me at everythin'. Spot you'se are now da new leader of Brooklyn."

The crowd erupted in the applause, because it was true. All the boys did respect Spot. Spot stood before the crowd with a slight color of red rising into his checks. Scamp just stood there and smiled. She had known about it the whole time. A few days before Claw had asked her if she thought Spot would be a good leader. She had said yes, because she know it was right for her friend to be a leader. Spot ran off the stoop and pushed his way through the crowd to Scamp.

"Can ya believe it?" He asked smiling. "I mean me. Da leadea of Brooklyn! Dis calls for dinna! I'se taking you'se to Manhattan for Supper…my treat!"

"Alright free food!" Scamp shouted jokingly.