Disclaimer: I still don't own Newsies…
PAGE 3: "Well, spit it out! For goodness sakes you goils!"
You bite you lip and look towards the ground. He taps his foot, waiting for you to say something.
"Never mind." You say, kicking some dirt around with your shoe. The wind starts to blow and your newsie walks away. You blew it. Sad.
That's the end for you.