Chapter 6
The next morning Docs stayed behind instead of Spot and everyone including Stev went out selling. Daggers was still pretty beaten up but she was tired of being coped up in the warehouse. If Spot had stayed behind she wouldn't have had a chance of slipping out. Docs on the other hand was easily distracted and the smallest of the Brooklyn newsies besides Daggers. Okay He wasn't short like Spot and Daggers just small, but could still pack a punch and use a sling shot just as good as any of the other boys.
Waiting until he was distracted by one of the books he had stolen, Daggers slipped out of the warehouse to wander the streets of Brooklyn. She knew if any of the boys saw her the would insist that she go back, so she avoided all their usual selling spots. The only problem was that their usual spots were most of Brooklyn. Daggers stuck to the back alleys which could be pretty dangerous, but she didn't care she needed to be out in the streets.
"Have you seen this girl?" Daggers looked over to see a couple of officers walking around showing a picture to several different locals. She sighed figuring that it was her picture. Wouldn't they just give up, they weren't going to find her. Then to Daggers surprise one of the locals which she just happened to usually sell to responded.
"Yeah, that looks a lot like the newsie I buy from," Dagger froze and waited to hear what how the officer would reply.
"Really, do you know anything on how we could find this newsie," asked the second officer.
"I'm not sure, but I think they call him something along the lines of knifes. I'm sorry I only buy from him sometimes."
"Thanks sir," the officers said before moving on.
Daggers took off in a run back to the warehouse which was quite the challenge. She stopped after just a few seconds of running to catch her breath then was off running again considerably slower this time. By the time she had gotten back to the warehouse she had been gone for at least an hour. Docs must have noticed she was gone by now.
Daggers slipped inside hoping that Docs was still fully engaged in his book and hadn't even noticed she was gone yet. He wasn't on the first floor, but hopefully he was on the second where he was when she had left. Daggers hobbled up the stairs and looked over the rail to find Spot instead of Docs.
"Hey Daggers, go out for a walk?" he asked without even looking up from the slingshot he was putting together.
"Yeah, worry ya?"
"Na, gave Docs quite de scare dough,"
"Dought it would,"
A knock sounded at the door, Daggers eyes met Spots as she moved from the stair case and completely onto the second floor. Spot looked at her in confusion and went to go open the door. Once he was gone she moved again closer to the staircase so she could hear the conversation but not still couldn't be seen from the door.
"Can I help ya?" Spot said as he opened the door.
"Excuse me, but you're a newsie are you not?" asked the voice of one of the officers from before.
"Yeah I'm a newsie," Spot replied.
"Do you know a newsie named knifes or something like that?" The officer inquired.
"Na, don't know no one wid a name like dat."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure,"
"Alright thank you for your time." Daggers heard the door shut after that.
Daggers didn't know whether Spot was doing something down stairs or just taking his time but he didn't come back up stairs after that. Daggers wanted to go down to see what was taking so long to come up and interrogate her, but was scared that the officers were watching the windows. Finally getting some guts she slipped down the stairs. Looking around she didn't see Spot anywhere. Suddenly Spot appeared and he pushed up against the wall.
"What's going on?" He asked sharply. "I want answers."
Daggers didn't reply and locked her eyes with his defiantly. He wasn't going to get mixed up in her business. She should have left after the first time they had started getting to personal with her.
"Answer me!" He barked "Who are you really and why are the bulls after you?"
Daggers kept her eyes locked on his but refused to respond, but was bad enough to have the over protective brother show up but this was too much she was out of here. Spot was about her same size but he was a little bigger and definitely stronger.
"Daggers I just wanna help, please just tell me what's going on."
Daggers was pinned against the wall but she could get around that. He needed to remain standing to keep her pinned, and all she had to do was get him down. One swift kick to the back of his knee was all she needed but after that he wouldn't be down long she'd have to move quickly.
"I know you're really that girl in the picture," Spot had said more but Daggers hadn't heard it. That was all she needn't to hear, getting her leg behind his and jerking forward her heel right into the back of his knee causing his legs to fall right from under him.
Free of his grip she ran forward still out of breath from the run not long before she couldn't move very quickly but she had to get out of Brooklyn and fast. She needed to get out of New York; Spot had ties everywhere and he would probably have them on look out for her. The stupid boy 'help her' ha like he even knew what the word meant.
Out into the streets moving as quickly as she could without breaks she eventually found herself in Manhattan. The last place she wanted to be besides Brooklyn; the place where she had first become a newsie. She knew Spot had a tie here she had met him herself.
She was too tired though if she could find somewhere to rest till dusk then she could make her way to the train station and take the soonest train away from here. Pulling out her small supply of money she counted and found she had about 5 dollars between what was left of what she had stolen from her father and what she had made as a newsie. She hoped it was enough to take a train.
Her stomach growled and Daggers realized she hadn't eaten since dinner last night and it was already noon. Spotting a small diner across the street Daggers headed towards it. Tibby's the name sounded familiar but she shrugged it away.
Stepping in and finding a small corner booth to sit in. She ordered the cheapest thing on the menu wanting to save her money for the train ride out of this horrid city. Two familiar faces walked in, the newsies she had met when she had first become a newsie. That's right, Tibby's was the diner that the strike meeting with Denton had occurred. She had strolled right into the Manhattan newseis hang out spot.
"Hey.. Daggers. W'at ya doin' here." Greeted the one she recalled as Racetrack.
"Yeah, I dought ya moved over to Brooklyn." Said Kid Blink.
"I'm grabbing someding to eat before I head over de Train Station." Daggers replied calmly.
"Mind if we join ya?" asked Race.
"Na, go ahead." Daggers hadn't planned on this; what if more came and one of them had heard from Spot.
"So where ya headed," asked Kid Blink.
"Huh?"
"Ya said ya were going to de train station, where ya headed?" Blink explain and then repeated himself.
"Don't know as long as it's not New York."
"Ya don't like New York, or Spot Conlon giving ya a hard time?" Race asked, Daggers wasn't sure whether it was a joke or not.
"Just don't like New York," Daggers muttered trying to keep casual while still watching the door for any newcomers.
Their conversation continued even after Daggers food had arrived and she ate hastily while they talked. Once she finished she was glad to have an excuse to leave.
"Bye," Daggers said quickly as she left after paying.
"Bye," the boys replied as she left then returned to their conversation.
The next morning Docs stayed behind instead of Spot and everyone including Stev went out selling. Daggers was still pretty beaten up but she was tired of being coped up in the warehouse. If Spot had stayed behind she wouldn't have had a chance of slipping out. Docs on the other hand was easily distracted and the smallest of the Brooklyn newsies besides Daggers. Okay He wasn't short like Spot and Daggers just small, but could still pack a punch and use a sling shot just as good as any of the other boys.
Waiting until he was distracted by one of the books he had stolen, Daggers slipped out of the warehouse to wander the streets of Brooklyn. She knew if any of the boys saw her the would insist that she go back, so she avoided all their usual selling spots. The only problem was that their usual spots were most of Brooklyn. Daggers stuck to the back alleys which could be pretty dangerous, but she didn't care she needed to be out in the streets.
"Have you seen this girl?" Daggers looked over to see a couple of officers walking around showing a picture to several different locals. She sighed figuring that it was her picture. Wouldn't they just give up, they weren't going to find her. Then to Daggers surprise one of the locals which she just happened to usually sell to responded.
"Yeah, that looks a lot like the newsie I buy from," Dagger froze and waited to hear what how the officer would reply.
"Really, do you know anything on how we could find this newsie," asked the second officer.
"I'm not sure, but I think they call him something along the lines of knifes. I'm sorry I only buy from him sometimes."
"Thanks sir," the officers said before moving on.
Daggers took off in a run back to the warehouse which was quite the challenge. She stopped after just a few seconds of running to catch her breath then was off running again considerably slower this time. By the time she had gotten back to the warehouse she had been gone for at least an hour. Docs must have noticed she was gone by now.
Daggers slipped inside hoping that Docs was still fully engaged in his book and hadn't even noticed she was gone yet. He wasn't on the first floor, but hopefully he was on the second where he was when she had left. Daggers hobbled up the stairs and looked over the rail to find Spot instead of Docs.
"Hey Daggers, go out for a walk?" he asked without even looking up from the slingshot he was putting together.
"Yeah, worry ya?"
"Na, gave Docs quite de scare dough,"
"Dought it would,"
A knock sounded at the door, Daggers eyes met Spots as she moved from the stair case and completely onto the second floor. Spot looked at her in confusion and went to go open the door. Once he was gone she moved again closer to the staircase so she could hear the conversation but not still couldn't be seen from the door.
"Can I help ya?" Spot said as he opened the door.
"Excuse me, but you're a newsie are you not?" asked the voice of one of the officers from before.
"Yeah I'm a newsie," Spot replied.
"Do you know a newsie named knifes or something like that?" The officer inquired.
"Na, don't know no one wid a name like dat."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure,"
"Alright thank you for your time." Daggers heard the door shut after that.
Daggers didn't know whether Spot was doing something down stairs or just taking his time but he didn't come back up stairs after that. Daggers wanted to go down to see what was taking so long to come up and interrogate her, but was scared that the officers were watching the windows. Finally getting some guts she slipped down the stairs. Looking around she didn't see Spot anywhere. Suddenly Spot appeared and he pushed up against the wall.
"What's going on?" He asked sharply. "I want answers."
Daggers didn't reply and locked her eyes with his defiantly. He wasn't going to get mixed up in her business. She should have left after the first time they had started getting to personal with her.
"Answer me!" He barked "Who are you really and why are the bulls after you?"
Daggers kept her eyes locked on his but refused to respond, but was bad enough to have the over protective brother show up but this was too much she was out of here. Spot was about her same size but he was a little bigger and definitely stronger.
"Daggers I just wanna help, please just tell me what's going on."
Daggers was pinned against the wall but she could get around that. He needed to remain standing to keep her pinned, and all she had to do was get him down. One swift kick to the back of his knee was all she needed but after that he wouldn't be down long she'd have to move quickly.
"I know you're really that girl in the picture," Spot had said more but Daggers hadn't heard it. That was all she needn't to hear, getting her leg behind his and jerking forward her heel right into the back of his knee causing his legs to fall right from under him.
Free of his grip she ran forward still out of breath from the run not long before she couldn't move very quickly but she had to get out of Brooklyn and fast. She needed to get out of New York; Spot had ties everywhere and he would probably have them on look out for her. The stupid boy 'help her' ha like he even knew what the word meant.
Out into the streets moving as quickly as she could without breaks she eventually found herself in Manhattan. The last place she wanted to be besides Brooklyn; the place where she had first become a newsie. She knew Spot had a tie here she had met him herself.
She was too tired though if she could find somewhere to rest till dusk then she could make her way to the train station and take the soonest train away from here. Pulling out her small supply of money she counted and found she had about 5 dollars between what was left of what she had stolen from her father and what she had made as a newsie. She hoped it was enough to take a train.
Her stomach growled and Daggers realized she hadn't eaten since dinner last night and it was already noon. Spotting a small diner across the street Daggers headed towards it. Tibby's the name sounded familiar but she shrugged it away.
Stepping in and finding a small corner booth to sit in. She ordered the cheapest thing on the menu wanting to save her money for the train ride out of this horrid city. Two familiar faces walked in, the newsies she had met when she had first become a newsie. That's right, Tibby's was the diner that the strike meeting with Denton had occurred. She had strolled right into the Manhattan newseis hang out spot.
"Hey.. Daggers. W'at ya doin' here." Greeted the one she recalled as Racetrack.
"Yeah, I dought ya moved over to Brooklyn." Said Kid Blink.
"I'm grabbing someding to eat before I head over de Train Station." Daggers replied calmly.
"Mind if we join ya?" asked Race.
"Na, go ahead." Daggers hadn't planned on this; what if more came and one of them had heard from Spot.
"So where ya headed," asked Kid Blink.
"Huh?"
"Ya said ya were going to de train station, where ya headed?" Blink explain and then repeated himself.
"Don't know as long as it's not New York."
"Ya don't like New York, or Spot Conlon giving ya a hard time?" Race asked, Daggers wasn't sure whether it was a joke or not.
"Just don't like New York," Daggers muttered trying to keep casual while still watching the door for any newcomers.
Their conversation continued even after Daggers food had arrived and she ate hastily while they talked. Once she finished she was glad to have an excuse to leave.
"Bye," Daggers said quickly as she left after paying.
"Bye," the boys replied as she left then returned to their conversation.
