(AN: Sorry guys, there's been a lot going down lately and I haven't really
gotten a chance to write anything.)
Ann Valentine: Much as it would amuse me to see Jack hit the men with a trout, somehow I don't see that as quite Jack, but don't worry…it's all good.
Hica Lynn: thanks a lot for the compliment! Reviews like that help me a lot.
Fastdancr: thank you so much, you've reviewed almost every chapter and it's helped tremendously.
Rae Kelly: thank you for reviewing, and I am really into one of your stories.
Over the next few days things seemed to go on normally, but everyone was still anxious about Sarah and the dangers of the streets. Les clung to Dave when they sold papes, and Sarah wasn't allowed to go out by herself anymore. She protested, saying that she was fine, but it was no use; everyone was aiming for her protection.
At work Jack and Davey would ask around to see if anyone knew anything about what happened that day. For the first couple of days, their inquiries turned up nothing.
"Hey Davey, how's ya sista doin?"
"She's doin just fine Crutchy, thanks for askin."
The boys all went about their usual lunch time conversations of weirdnesses and lousy headlines. Then heads turned as another newsie walked through the door.
"Heya, Stinch!! Howsit goin wit youz?"
"Stinch! Where ya been da last few days? I ain't seen ya!"
"Stinchy boy, come sit by me!"
Stinch just nodded to all of the greetings and sat down casually. Jack and David looked at each other, and decided to take the chance. Stinch was known to sell around the worst streets in Manhattan. It was also not unordinary for him to be gone from the lodging house and not sell for days at a time. During those times he was always out with friends, gambling and drinking with some non-newsie friends.
"Hey Stinch," Jack asked easily, "Youz was sellin on Tuesday, right?"
"Yea, so what's it to ya?" the newsie asked suspicially.
"Were you selling anywhere around Gansey Street that day by chance?" David asked.
"So what if I was? It ain't a crime."
Jack was getting annoyed at Stinch's coyness.
"Look, Sarah ran into some trouble dare and we was wonderin if you saw anyting or hoid anyting dat coulda been about da guys who did it."
"Ummmm, lemme see…Oh yea. Dat's right. Da Troy bruddas were givin people a hard time all day. Dey neva hurt nobody dat I saw though. Just teasin and pokin' fun. But I was done wit dat street by eleven, so who knows what happened afta dat." Stinch smirked, "Hope she didn't get banged up too bad. She was a cute little tart."
"Shut ya mouth, Stinch!" Jack warned. It took all his effort to keep from knocking the boy's teeth out.
After lunch, when the newsies all went out to finish selling their papes, Jack, Les, and Dave went out to find some answers.
Ann Valentine: Much as it would amuse me to see Jack hit the men with a trout, somehow I don't see that as quite Jack, but don't worry…it's all good.
Hica Lynn: thanks a lot for the compliment! Reviews like that help me a lot.
Fastdancr: thank you so much, you've reviewed almost every chapter and it's helped tremendously.
Rae Kelly: thank you for reviewing, and I am really into one of your stories.
Over the next few days things seemed to go on normally, but everyone was still anxious about Sarah and the dangers of the streets. Les clung to Dave when they sold papes, and Sarah wasn't allowed to go out by herself anymore. She protested, saying that she was fine, but it was no use; everyone was aiming for her protection.
At work Jack and Davey would ask around to see if anyone knew anything about what happened that day. For the first couple of days, their inquiries turned up nothing.
"Hey Davey, how's ya sista doin?"
"She's doin just fine Crutchy, thanks for askin."
The boys all went about their usual lunch time conversations of weirdnesses and lousy headlines. Then heads turned as another newsie walked through the door.
"Heya, Stinch!! Howsit goin wit youz?"
"Stinch! Where ya been da last few days? I ain't seen ya!"
"Stinchy boy, come sit by me!"
Stinch just nodded to all of the greetings and sat down casually. Jack and David looked at each other, and decided to take the chance. Stinch was known to sell around the worst streets in Manhattan. It was also not unordinary for him to be gone from the lodging house and not sell for days at a time. During those times he was always out with friends, gambling and drinking with some non-newsie friends.
"Hey Stinch," Jack asked easily, "Youz was sellin on Tuesday, right?"
"Yea, so what's it to ya?" the newsie asked suspicially.
"Were you selling anywhere around Gansey Street that day by chance?" David asked.
"So what if I was? It ain't a crime."
Jack was getting annoyed at Stinch's coyness.
"Look, Sarah ran into some trouble dare and we was wonderin if you saw anyting or hoid anyting dat coulda been about da guys who did it."
"Ummmm, lemme see…Oh yea. Dat's right. Da Troy bruddas were givin people a hard time all day. Dey neva hurt nobody dat I saw though. Just teasin and pokin' fun. But I was done wit dat street by eleven, so who knows what happened afta dat." Stinch smirked, "Hope she didn't get banged up too bad. She was a cute little tart."
"Shut ya mouth, Stinch!" Jack warned. It took all his effort to keep from knocking the boy's teeth out.
After lunch, when the newsies all went out to finish selling their papes, Jack, Les, and Dave went out to find some answers.