Chapeter 6- Snipeshooter's Havanas
DISCLAIMER- as everyone knows, I don't own Newsies! So layoff Disney!
(I still say disney doesn't either! Ghosts still own there names!
So do pocket versions! *smiles at her mini blink*)

It was about Noon and the newsies had retired from braving the winter weather
and were resting at Tibbys.
"So , you's up fer a round a poka t'night kid?" race suggested. He was finnally starting to get along with Blink again.
"Soah" blink said , taking a sip from his hot choclate. Then snipeshooter ran in to tibbys.
He had a worried look on his face and had trouble talking. "Hey , hey , slow down snipes" race said , concerned.
"Whassa matta kid?" blink asked. Snipeshooter caught his breath and pointed out the window to an alley.
"Skittery , really sick , in the alley... he collapsed..." Blink and Race looked at eachother , expecting the worst.
They hurried out of Tibbys and ran into the alley. Sure enough skittery, as pale as snow, was lying on the ground , gasping for breath.

"waoh! Skitts! What happened?" Race said , knowing he couldn't answer. Blink picked up Skittery and looked at Race , asking him what to do.
Silently , they both agreed they should take him to the lodging house. They didn't have enough money for the hospital.
They walked off towards the lodging house. Then , a man of about 36 or 37, peeked out of the shadows.

Two hours later , Race, snipeshooter, and blink were still waiting for a word from the doctor.
Kloppman came out from the dormitory where the doctor was helping Skittery. He had a grim look on his face.
"I think you boys should , should come in..." he studdered. They could tell from the sorrow in his eyes Skittery hadn't made it.
Their hearts sank as they entered the room and saw Skittery's dead body lying on a bed.
Imeddiatly, snipeshooter started to cry and Blink and Race fought hard to hold back their tears.
"I'm sorry , he didn't pull through. I did everything I could. He was fighting a terrible case of neumoinia (a/n I can't spell, so what?) I wish you had found out sooner"
The doctor sad. They could tell he felt bad about the situation too.

"He did, say something before he died. He said he wanted a snipeshooter to get a package out from under his bed." the doctor added right before he left.

As soon as the doctor was out of sight snipeshooter was on the floor under skittery's bed. He came out with a small, dirty, yellow, box.
It had a note attachted to it: Hear arr uor havanaas snips
Instantly , snipeshooter's tears faded away. He opened the box and took out three cigars. He smoked all three at once.