Shoutouts!
haikora: Aha. The Distillers are so inspiring!
Nosilla: Indeed.
ducks-go-quack-00: Aww! My bad! -huggles-
koodles4you: Aha. Don't you wish. -sob- I'm touched!
HAZZAGRIFF: Aha. 'Cause your reviews are always so wordy.
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"EVERYBODY CALM DOWN!" I shouted. Immediately, the newsies fell silent, and I snapped "Everybody outside!" The newsies rushed to get out of the lodging house and crowded into the empty street, immediately doused by rain. "Swifty, go get the cops!" Swifty, the fastest runner (hence the name), dashed off immediately.
I glanced around at the terrified newsies, my gaze falling last on Racetrack. His face was a greenish tint, and he looked shocked. We all were, but Race looked worse than any of the others. Of all of us, he was probably closest to Kloppman; Kloppman had gotten him out of more than one bind.
Without warning, Racetrack's knees buckled, and he fell forward. I leapt forward and caught him in my arms before he hit the ground. Gently, I coaxed his body onto the ground, cradling his head.
"He's fainted," Specs said, knowingly. I glanced down at Racetrack, wiping rain from his face. and shielded his face from the rain by leaning over him. Swifty appeared ten minutes later with the bulls.
"Where'd the body," the first officer asked, gruffly, his red mustache twitching as he talked. Simultaneously, the newsies turned toward the Lodging House. The cop entered the Lodging House and we waited. Three minutes later, the cop returned with a grim expression. He began muttering to the two other officers, then turned to us.
"We suspect..."