"Ey Wake up! C'mon we gots a long walk," a familiar voice shouted at me. I opened my eyes. "Mornin." Spot laughed.

"Mornin," I said back sitting up.

"Hurry an get ready, we gots a long walk." he said again before leaving the room.

When he left I got up and got ready almost as fast as I could. I left Spot's room when I was done to find his talking to the boy from the docks in the bunkroom. I walked over to Spot.

"So youse ready?" he asked.

"Yea."

"Good. I thought since youse a goil an all dat ye wouldn't be ready fer an hour," he sneered.

"S'cuse me fer not takin mah time." I sneered back.

"Don't git smart wit me." he smiled brushing his hand through his hair.

"So when are we leavin?" I asked impatiently.

"Soon," then he turned back to Frit.

"Youse goin te see Cowboy again?" Frit asked.

"Yea. We gots some bizness te take care of."

"Whudd kinda bizness?"

"Somethin te do wit Christina."

"Who's Christina?" I asked curiously.

"Christina was me goil." he informed me. "An it ain't fer lil kids like you." he joked.

"He I ain't no kid! An it ain't funny!"

"Why not? It seemed funny te me." Frit laughed.

"Lookit yer face, yer funny lookin!"

"Hey I ain't funny lookin!" Frit growled.

"I bet yer still mad bout yesterday, cuz a goil embarrassed ye!" I sniggered at him.

"Yea well yer right. No goil ain't eva done dat te me." he said now very angry at me.

"Ok I guess we're ready." Spot said finally putting his hat on. "Sharpshooter and Frit is comin wit us." he smiled.

"Oh no, not me." Frit looked at Spot astonished.

"Yea ye are." Spot grinned widely.

"Ye planned dis didn't ye?" I asked stunned.

"Mebe," he said leading the way out.

It had taken us an hour to get to the bridge. The walk seemed longer and tiring. I wasn't too happy about the fact of Spot making Frit come because I didn't like him much after the way he treated me even though he didn't know I was a girl.

"Why couldn't I've walked home by myself?" I asked.

"Well derres a kid from Harlem who's been goin round causin trouble lately." Spot answered.

"Ye mean Chain?" Sharpshooter asked.

"Yea an he's been takin some friends wid im," Spot added.

"But we didn't run inta im last nite." I stated.

"He was probably at a poker game." Spot assumed.

"Dat was yer nite ta play poker wasn't it? But it seemed ye had company instead." Frit looked at me.

"I had mora fun last nite den I woulda had at a poker game." Spot said to Frit.

Frit obviously didn't like me very much. He kept making fun of me most of the way back. Spot did manage to shut him up after a while of listening to him insult me. We finally reached Tibby's be noon since it was packed full of newsies. We walked inside finding Jack sitting at a booth.

"Have a good nite?" he asked winking at me.

"Mebe, did ye hea from Scott?" I asked nervously.

"Not yet." He answered.

Spot, Frit, and Sharpshooter sat down with Jack. I decided to go look for Kevin since he was probably around somewhere. I remembered Jack said they sold papers together and came in to eat. I couldn't find him anywhere and decided to ask Jack where he was.

"Hey Jack where's Kevin?"

"Oh I fergot te tell ye, he went te de tracks with Race."

"Whudd! Ye let im go te de tracks?!"

"Actually-"

"I did."

When I heard him I was terrified. I turned around.

"Where've ye been?" he asked sternly.

I could tell he was very upset. "Well I-"

"She was wit me." Spot stepped in front of me. "It ain't her fault. I took her te Brooklyn an I thought it was too dark fer her te come back."

"Don't defend her. C'mon Angel."

Scott never used my full name unless I was in trouble.

"She ain't leavin." Spot said pushing Scott.

"Whudd er ye doin? Ya wanna get killed?" I asked frantically.

Jack grabbed my arm. "Angel sit down. Spot don't stand up fer anything unless he thinks it ain't right. Be happy he's on your side."

"I'm on her side cuz I tricked her in te stayin. I don't want her te get in any trouble."

"Ye betta watch it! When Kevin comes back send im te Medda's," Scott said grabbing my arm and leading the way out of the restaurant.

I heard Spot following us. "Ey like I said she ain't leavin!" he said as he caught Scott on the shoulder. "Let her go! Yer not her dad so don't act like one!"

"Dis is nona yer bizness. Stay away from Angel." Scott ordered. I saw Jack and some others come out of the restaurant. "Don't make me hoit ye!" Scott warned.

"Lookit yerself. Yer hoit so how could ye hoit me?" Spot pointed out. "She's stayin till I say she can leave!" Spot grabbed me and lead me towards the door.

That was when Scott practically leaped on Spot. Jack and Frit were holding him back before he could hit Spot.

"Don't try dat again!" Spot threatened Scott. "I'll soak ye. Yer lucky dis time. I'll soak ye next time even if your sista is watchin." Spot then left Scott with Jack and Frit.

"Dats someone ye don't wanna mess wit." Jack informed Scott. "Specially if youse on his bad side."

"I guess I can't talk te Angel."

"Not at de moment." Frit said letting Scott go. "Ye really pissed im off."

"Just make surre Angel gets back te Medda's alright." Scott said before walking away.