Race headed over to Newsie Square and waited for 10 minutes til Jack came over, "Hey Jack, how was Brooklyn?" Race asked trying to act like he didn't know the answer, "Spot was impressed," Was all Jack replied, Race hung his head in thought and in fear, fear for becoming more poor than he already was, and fear for returning to the Refuge and his father, "Race, we can't give in," Davey said resting his hand on Race's shoulder, "Not while we're this close."

    "Davey, we's goin' broke. I gots money for a few more days of food. We lost." Race said as he shook off Davey's reassuring hand, 

    "Race, now is the time to seize the day."

    Race and the other boys listened to Davey as he persuaded them to strike as the Newsies of Manhattan, unfortunately, not the Newsies of New York. The boys listened and began to get fired up and mad when they noticed three scabs taking their jobs, "Let's soak em'" Race yelled darting towards the traitors and the Delancy's, "WE STAND TOGETHER OR WE DON'T STAND A CHANCE!" Davey yelled as Jack held Race back. When Davey talked to the boys, they threw down their papers and joined the Newsies for the fight of their lives.

    The all out Brawl started after Snyder and the Delancy's pissed Jack off, "SOAK EM'" Jack screamed in Snyder's face and pushed him into a cart. Race smirked and headed straight for Oscar as Davey took on Morris beside him.

    Race dodged Oscar's brass knuckles and quickly went foe his opportunity to give a low shot. He quickly jabbed Oscar in the gut as hard as he could, Oscar staggered backwards as a result. Oscar sneered at Race and looked past him. Race turned around to see Morris behind him as Davey ran to get Les home. He was totally winning the two on one fight when, the cops showed up. Race couldn't see them very well because of his new swollen black eye, but Specs grabbed his arm and pulled him away from Newsie Square and into the Lodging house. 

    As the boys filed into the Boarding House, they realized that Jack and Crutchie were gone. With their heads down in shame they ran to Jacobi's. (King of New York) 

    Race felt amazing, and guilty, but he was on the front page of the Sun! With joy filling his heart he slapped his goofy grin on his face and ran to Brooklyn. Some Manhattan Newsies asked Race where he was going, but he was too proud to explain. His heart was leaping as he crossed the Brooklyn Bridge to see his, his, friend? Best friend? Brother? Race didn't know how to describe his feelings for Spot. Even though he knows that he loves him, from his chocolate brown eyes, to his curly dark brown hair, and yes even his height. He loved it all. He just didn't know how to explain them to his friends. Maybe one day he could be accepted by his family, friends, and his...crush, Spot Conlon.