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Maeko-Nohara: Don't worry, with the whole Racetrack thing, things will be going pretty slow. You'll see as you read how slow things really will go, I just wanted to show where Jenna's interest was leading. LOL. :)

Chapter 5

"Full house, Toothpick, pay up," Racetrack said, laying his cards down in front of her. At first she seemed stunned since she'd never been beaten before, be then of course she had had to teach half of the boys at school first. Racetrack already knew hot to play and was evidently good. Then again he owed her, she had beaten him last week and he was said to be unbeatable. She sighed and poured fifteen cents into his outstretched hand and then started to collect the cards.

"So, where'd you loin how ta play?" Racetrack asked Jenna as he struck a match and lit a cigar and she stuck her pack of cards in her pocket.

"Me dad," she replied, pulling out a fresh toothpick to chew on. "What about you?"

"Ah, bein' on the streets ya loin almost anythin'," he replied. "Ain't that right, boys?" The whole group nodded and agreed. "Toothpick, you'll loin, you'll loin." He put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a pat on the back as the rest of the boys laughed.

"Well, time to carry da banner," Kid Blink sighed as the rest of the boys rolled their eyes, nodded, and muttered in annoyance.

"Hey, Mush, look over there," Davey said, pointing down the street as he grabbed Mush's shoulder and pulled him over. Mush stared down the street as Boots and Skittery glanced in the direction of his finger as well.

"That's Spot, ain't it?" Mush asked as the rest nodded.

"What's he doin' here?" Boots asked.

"I don't know but I'm sure he's gonna want to talk to Jack, Skittery, go get Jack, will ya?" Davey commanded as Skittery nodded and rushed off in search of Jack.

"What's goin' on?" Jenna asked as she approached the three boys staring down the street.

"Spot's comin' into town," Mush replied without taking his eyes off of the rapidly approaching boy.

"Who?" she questioned.

"Spot Conlon," Boots said before Mush could answer. She just looked upon the boy with confusion. When she said nothing else the boys all turned to look at her. "Don't tell me ya never hoid of Spot Conlon before." She shook her head.

"He's the leader of the Brooklyn newsies," Davey supplied.

"So, what's so special 'bout him?" she asked.

"You'll find out," Boots said as Mush began to laugh.

Spot was small in stature but did seem a bit intimidating. He had light brown hair and eyes and a strut that made Jenna realize there was something different about him. He carried a slingshot and so did the rest of the Brooklyn newsies. Jenna had always wanted to learn to use a slingshot but never had. All of the boys at school who knew had refused to teach her. The thing that set Spot apart though was his cane. Spot carried a black cane with a gold tip that signified his position as one of the most feared and respected newsies in all of New York. He had a band of about five Brooklyn newsies with him as he made his way up to the boys.

"Hey, Davey," he greeted as he and Davey spit in their hands and then shook.

"Hey, Spot," he returned. "What brings you here?"

"I got some business wid Jacky-boy," he replied.

"Well, Skittery went to find him," Davey replied. Spot's heavy Brooklyn accent made Jenna smirk as she thought of Racetrack. Just as he entered her mind he appeared behind her.

"Hey, Race," Spot said, nodding toward the boy.

"Hey, Spot," Racetrack said casually without any question. Just then Skittery appeared with Jack and after the whole greeting procedure Spot got down to business.

"So, Jacky-boy, I been hearin' things 'bout you," he said, beginning to pace.

"Yeah, like what, Spot?" Jack asked.

"Like the fact that you know where my sister is," he replied. All of the newsies just stared at him in silence, including Jack. They were all in shock and all Jenna could gather was that no one knew that Spot Conlon had a sister.