Of all days to wake up late. I probably shouldn't have been so surprised, though, considering the night I'd had. Thank God I'd left the razor out on the roof where I'd thrown it. Otherwise I would have been such a mess this morning that someone would have done something.
I hadn't told anyone what Jack's visit yesterday had been about, so they were a little surprised when I told them to forget selling today, we were going to go help out Jackie's newsies with their strike. Except for Rabbit. He was probably more surprised when I hadn't rounded them all up and headed for Manhattan yesterday after when Jack came. He knows something is wrong, I'm sure. Gotta be more careful.
Heading for the Lodging House, we heard a brawl a couple of streets away. Most of my boys wanted to join in immediately- they're like that. I made them see what was happening first. From a rooftop I looked down on the fray and felt the guilt settle in the pit of my stomach. Jack and his boys were fighting- and losing to, by the looks of it- other newsies and policemen. I'd bet anything that this was about the strike. I couldn't believe that I'd let Jack and his boys get into trouble-into danger- like this, just because I didn't want to see-
There he was. Well, I couldn't have let that stop me!
And so Brooklyn joined the fight.