The hour was up. Where was Pack Rat? Although he was relived he won the bet Blink wasn't looking forward to another run-in with Spot. Blink sighed and started to leave. "Blink!" someone shouted. "'ey Bumletts! Skittery!" Blink shouted back waving. "so uh, 'Trolley Strike Drags on for thoid week 'eh?" Skittery mocked the day's headline. "What an attention grabbah!" Bumletts added. "oh there ya are Blink!" Pack Rat finally showed up "I woodah been heah fifteen minutes go but I, um, got lost." He kicked at the dirt. "I guess I owe ya two bits huh?" Blink looked shocked. Did Pack Rat LET him win? "No." Blink shrugged "forget about it eh? Ta be honest dat's da fastest I evah sold so many papes."
Blink and Pack Rat spent the rest of the day together. They stopped at Tibby's, split their earnings and got something to eat then went to Brooklyn to check on Racetrack at Sheepshead. Blink just wanted to watch the fourth run to see if Race's tip was actually right. Surprise, Surprise. It wasn't. Race decided to stay. Probably to gamble away more. The rest of the time was spent at the Lodging house helping Kloppman clean after the boys. Jack and Race were both back later than usual. "Where ya been Jack?" Ittey asked. "Places." Racetrack asked if he had seen Medda during the day. "Yeah I saw 'er. Ran inta Snydah an' da bulls and hid out there wid Dave an' Les. They invited me ta dinnah." Jack explained. "Wait, Snydah saw ya?" Blink asked worried for his friend. "Yeah but it was no big deal." Jack blew it off. "Alright." Blink shrugged knowing he would get nothing else out of the leader. After good nights from all the lights went out.