Race was worried sick. "Where is she?" he kept muttering to himself. He was
kicking himself because he hadn't gone outside with her and now she was
gone. Maybe she was ok but than again there were so many bad things that
could happen to a girl by herself let alone if she had a very dangerous
group of men after her. He had no idea where to look for her and what if
she was lost. It was already pitch dark outside and it was possible she was
lost since he didn't think that she had ever been to Brooklyn before.
"Any sign of her?" Jack asked as he walked up beside Race.
"No.", Race replied in a strained tone of voice. "I gotta go look fer her."
"Yea, I'll go wid ye." Jack said. "I just gotta tell Bailey an everyone else where were goin foist."
Race paced outside the door of the lodgin house still muttering to himself. It seemed to take Jack forever to come back out again. When he did Spot and two newsies by the names of Frit and Snipeshooter, were with him.
"We're comin too." Spot told Race.
"Ok, whuddeva lets just hurry up."
They walked all over Brooklyn that night without a sign of Doodles anywhere. As they were walking down yet another dark street they saw a group of men standing by a building talking in loud, angry voices. As they approached the group Race could tell that one of the men was Shadow, and the rest looked like Crypts as well.
"Alright, whudd did ye do te her?!" Race exploded.
"Well, well if it ain't her little friends." One of the men said tauntingly. "Ye should teach that goil friend of yers not te be so trusting."
"Whudd de ye mean?" Race said suspiciously.
"Oh I don't know I'm sure you'll hear all about it lata."
"So she's alive?" Race said trying to keep his voice normal and not too hopeful.
"Well I don't know she got—"
He was cut off before he finished.
"Shuddup ye fool its no wonder she got away from us. Ye guys are—", then he broke off as well and realizing what he had said made him shut up.
Behind him Jack, Spot, and the other newsies were chuckling. Race had a smile on his face as well because of the Crypt's stupidity. But his mind was still on Doodles.
"Where is she?" Jack said, he had stopped laughing. "Whudd ye do to her?" he asked when they didn't answer the first question.
They didn't answer and just walked off laughing.
Shadow turned though, when they reached the corner and yelled out. "Ye betta watch yeselfs an da little bitch. Shes gonna get it!.", and with that they were out of sight.
Now all of the search party for Doodles was really worried. It was past two in the morning and still no sign from her and not even from Sketch who Spot had sent out earlier. They walked around some more still hoping to find at least one trace of where she might be and hoping that they would find her alive. They headed toward the docks because they hadn't searched there yet. They split up when they got there Jack and Race taking the upper side and Spot, Snipeshooter, and Frit taking the other. Race and Jack walked together towards one of the buildings nearby. Race squinted into the dark.
"Whudds dat?" he asked. He could make out an even darker lump against the blackness. He and Jack approached whatever it was with caution. It was Doodles. She was beat up bad, her face swelled, black and blue. There was some blood as well though Race couldn't tell where it was coming from. Both he and Jack rushed forward and bent down beside her. "Shit" Race swore viciously as he quickly checked for a pulse. He let out a small sigh of relief when he found a pulse, small, but still there, in her wrist. So she was just unconscious, not dead.
"Lets get her back te de lodgin house." Jack said.
Race nodded to him and then picked Doodles up carefully.
They quickly found the others and made it back to the lodging house in a few minutes.
Race carried Doodles upstairs to their room and then looked at her injuries. Besides being badly bruised and swollen, her leg and arms were badly cut from something. Her lip was swollen and bloody as well. Race couldn't really do anything besides bandage up the cuts and place cold cloths on her swelling. Then he placed a kiss on her forehead and went to his bed on the floor.
"No.", Race replied in a strained tone of voice. "I gotta go look fer her."
"Yea, I'll go wid ye." Jack said. "I just gotta tell Bailey an everyone else where were goin foist."
Race paced outside the door of the lodgin house still muttering to himself. It seemed to take Jack forever to come back out again. When he did Spot and two newsies by the names of Frit and Snipeshooter, were with him.
"We're comin too." Spot told Race.
"Ok, whuddeva lets just hurry up."
They walked all over Brooklyn that night without a sign of Doodles anywhere. As they were walking down yet another dark street they saw a group of men standing by a building talking in loud, angry voices. As they approached the group Race could tell that one of the men was Shadow, and the rest looked like Crypts as well.
"Alright, whudd did ye do te her?!" Race exploded.
"Well, well if it ain't her little friends." One of the men said tauntingly. "Ye should teach that goil friend of yers not te be so trusting."
"Whudd de ye mean?" Race said suspiciously.
"Oh I don't know I'm sure you'll hear all about it lata."
"So she's alive?" Race said trying to keep his voice normal and not too hopeful.
"Well I don't know she got—"
He was cut off before he finished.
"Shuddup ye fool its no wonder she got away from us. Ye guys are—", then he broke off as well and realizing what he had said made him shut up.
Behind him Jack, Spot, and the other newsies were chuckling. Race had a smile on his face as well because of the Crypt's stupidity. But his mind was still on Doodles.
"Where is she?" Jack said, he had stopped laughing. "Whudd ye do to her?" he asked when they didn't answer the first question.
They didn't answer and just walked off laughing.
Shadow turned though, when they reached the corner and yelled out. "Ye betta watch yeselfs an da little bitch. Shes gonna get it!.", and with that they were out of sight.
Now all of the search party for Doodles was really worried. It was past two in the morning and still no sign from her and not even from Sketch who Spot had sent out earlier. They walked around some more still hoping to find at least one trace of where she might be and hoping that they would find her alive. They headed toward the docks because they hadn't searched there yet. They split up when they got there Jack and Race taking the upper side and Spot, Snipeshooter, and Frit taking the other. Race and Jack walked together towards one of the buildings nearby. Race squinted into the dark.
"Whudds dat?" he asked. He could make out an even darker lump against the blackness. He and Jack approached whatever it was with caution. It was Doodles. She was beat up bad, her face swelled, black and blue. There was some blood as well though Race couldn't tell where it was coming from. Both he and Jack rushed forward and bent down beside her. "Shit" Race swore viciously as he quickly checked for a pulse. He let out a small sigh of relief when he found a pulse, small, but still there, in her wrist. So she was just unconscious, not dead.
"Lets get her back te de lodgin house." Jack said.
Race nodded to him and then picked Doodles up carefully.
They quickly found the others and made it back to the lodging house in a few minutes.
Race carried Doodles upstairs to their room and then looked at her injuries. Besides being badly bruised and swollen, her leg and arms were badly cut from something. Her lip was swollen and bloody as well. Race couldn't really do anything besides bandage up the cuts and place cold cloths on her swelling. Then he placed a kiss on her forehead and went to his bed on the floor.