Twelve o'clock had rolled around and Sarah had now been in labor for three- and-a-half hours. Sarah lay in the bed in agony while Jack rocked back and forth in his chair. Jack covered his ears in an attempt to muffle the screams his wife was uttering but had little luck. Jack stood up. "I'm gonna check on Racetrack." Jack said over the screams and headed toward the back bedroom. Jack found his son sitting on his bed, his eyes wide with terror. "C'mon, kid." Jack led the boy out of the bedroom. "I'm gonna take Racetrack, Jr. fer some lunch." Sarah gave Jack a pleading and questioning look. "Don't worry, jist do yer thing and we'll be back befoah it's ovah." Jack and Racetrack, Jr. walked down town a short stride to City Hall where Jack saw many familiar faces. "Heya, Jack! What are ya doin' out and about?" Mush asked as he spit shook with his old pal. "Lunch wit my son." Jack said simply. He did not particularly care for this attention. He was worn out from enduring the screams and in no mood for chitchat. "Well, I'd love tah chat but Lindsay's become a newsgoil again and I gotta go meet her." Mush smiled and slapped Jack on the back. "It was really good seein' you, Jack. Maybe I'll catch up with ya latah." "See ya, Mush." Jack said and started walking again. Not a minute later, Jack ran into Racetrack. "Jack! What 'er ya doin' heah?" Racetrack was very excited to see his former best friend. "Takin' lil Race fer a walk." Jack explained, "Sarah's havin' a baby again." "An' yer poiposfully not dere?!" Racetrack was surprised, "Ya don't wanna miss dis one too, Jacky-boy. Don't make 'er name anuddah one aftah me." Racetrack laughed. Jack laughed half-heartedly, "Dese tings take a while, don't dey, Race? I'll be back in time fer dah show." "Yeah," Racetrack got down to his haunches before Racetrack, Jr. "Heya, kid, how's it rollin'?" No one had paid any attention to Race, Jr. until now but the child did not mind--he was too busy staring at his surroundings. This was his first time out of doors. "Rollin'." Racetrack, Jr. mimicked and laughed at the word. Racetrack messed with the kid's hair and stood back up. "Anyways, wheah ya headed, Cowboy?" Race asked, but put Jack on hold for an answer as he sold a pape. "We're goin' tah Tibby's fer some lunch." Jack answered. "Tibby's, aye. Wouldn't wanna feed a poor newsie, would ya?" Racetrack tried to look decrepit but could not help but laugh. Jack pulled the change from his pocket and eyed it for a moment, "I guess so, Race, but dis bettah be woith my while." "C'mon Jack, has it been dat long. Ya know any aftahnoon spent wit dis gamblin' man is woith twice yer while." Racetrack laughed, "Speakin' of gamblin', I'se gotta game goin' tahnight at dah lodgin' house. Ya up fer it?" "Maybe, we'll hafta see how this baby ting goes." The three boys left City Hall Park and walked toward their old hang-out of Tibby's. It was just like old times.