Punk, Princess, Pirouette, Bookie, and Possessed are my creations, all others are a property of Disney

          "Hey Bookie, what'd we git?" Racetrack asked his new assistant.
          "Ya mean b'sides gittin' rich in bruises?" stated Bookie as he rubbed his sore arm, "When're you'se gonna stop bettin' on what Brooklyn guy's easiest ta scare?"
          "What'd we git kid?" repeated Race impatiently.
          "Well, considerin' you said Death Trap an' it wasn't, we got nothin'."
          The gambling newsie withdrew some money from his pockets and handed it to Bookie. "Take dis an' say I misplaced all my money."
          Bookie took the money and walked to Jack Kelly, who was right behind Race. He gave the Manhattan leader the money and said, "Race misplaced it."
          "Hey, yer on my side, ‘member?"
          "If Death Trap didn't do a number on me, Cowboy will." answered Bookie as he walked across the street to Tibby's.
          "Yer not teachin' ‘im good things Race." said Jack with a smile.
          "Aw shut up." mumbled Race as he and Jack walked to Tibby's.
          A few of the newsies were there, giving one newsie a bad time.
          "I'm tellin' ya, dis name don't suit me." argued the newsie.
          "Yeah, an' why's dat?" asked Itey.
          "‘Cause posessed is," suddenly the newsie's eyes went wide and his body stiffened as he said, "Racetrack's a moron." he then went back to normal and ended his original sentence, "th' kinda name fer wackos, an' I ain't one ‘a dose."
          Bookie was laughing so hard that Race went up to him and grabbed the back of his neck. "What're ya laughin' at?"
          "He knows how ya try ta make money." said Bookie between breaths.
          Posessed looked over at the two newsies and asked, "Whatcha talkin' about?"
          "Ya just said Race was a moron." answered Jake.
          "I ain't said nothin' ‘bout Race, ‘cept maybe dat he owes me fifty cents."
          Jack sat down next to Kid Blink as Posessed continued arguing. "So whatja thinka dat headline?"
          Kid Blink rolled his eyes. "Who hasn't ‘eard da story of some guy killin' ‘is wife over some affair?"
          "Joe's losin' ‘is touch."
          Just then four teenage girls walked into the diner, looking just as tough as any newsie. One caught Jack's eye and strolled up next to him. "You Jack Kelly?"
          "Yeah, what of it?"
          "We wanna join yer newsies."
          "Why?"
          She rolled her eyes. "Gonna let us join ‘r' not?"
          Jack Kelly stood, towering over the girl. "What makes ya think ya got what it takes ta be a newsie?"
          "What makes ya think I can't whip yer ass?"
          Looks of astonishment covered every newsie face as the three other girls laughed. Jack looked around at his newsies, then at the girl. "What's yer name?"
          "Princess. An' dese ‘r' Punk, Pirouette, an Mystery."
          Race stood. "Hey, whose bettin' Princess whips Cowboy b'fore th' end of th' day?"
          Bookie got right to work collecting money from the newsies. The girls said down, scattered among the Manhattan Boys. Princess sat next to Bumlets and at once was struck by his good looks, but never let it show.
          "So why Princess?" he asked.
          "I git around."
          "Dat don't make sense."
          "Alright smart one, what dey call ya?"
          Bumlets turned away and looked out the window. "Fergit I asked."
          "Fine, but what dey call ya?"
          "Bumlets."
          "Now we know each other."
          He looked over at her and saw the smile on her face. Pie Eater was sitting across from the two laughing. He extended his hand and shook with Princess. "Pie Eater. Why didja wanna by wit' da Manhattan newsies?"
          "‘Cause me ‘n' Spot ain't talkin'." answered Princess.
          Race then pushed Pie Eater aside and joined them. "Look, ya gotta whip Cowboy so's I kin keep dis money."
          "How ‘bout I whip you?"
          Bookie then said, "How much fer Race gettin' whipped by Princess?"
          "Hey hey hey! Dat's not what yer hired ta do!" exclaimed Race.
          "Hey Bookie, put me down fer dat bet." said Dutchy.
          Racetrack got up quickly to stop the bets. Pirouette sat in his place. "Where we gonna stay Princess?"
          "We'll find a place."
          Jack put a hand on Princess' shoulder, causing her to look up at him. "If yer gonna be a Manhattan newsie, yer gonna stay wit' ‘em at th' lodgin' house."
          Princess stood. "Fine. Where's dat?"
          "It's just...Jack's a traitor...around th' corner." answered Possessed.
          Princess looked at him, confused. "What's wit' ‘im?"
          "Dat's Possessed. Need I say more?" answered Jack.
          "Yeah, he says stuff dat don't make sense." added Kid Blink.
          "What're you guys talkin' about? I told ‘er where th' lodgin' house was." said Possessed.
          The newsies laughed as they left the diner. Princess walked next to Jack as they went to the lodging house.
          "So how'd'ja meet an' git dem names?" asked Jack.
          "Been friends ferever," answered Princess, "an' our names we chose ‘cause dey fit us."
          "Sure, I git a goil wantin' ta be a princess, but Punk, Pirouette, an' Mystery?"
          "Punk got ‘er name ‘cause of her attitude, Mystery ya never know what she's gonna do, an' Pirouette wanted ta be a dancer, but th' only step she ever learned was th' pirouette."
          They entered a building with a sign that said NEWSBOYS LODGING HOUSE.
          "Yer rooms're upstairs, next ta us." said Jack.
          The four girls went upstairs to see their room as Jack Kelly registered them. He started up the steps when Skittery stopped him. "Cowboy, don't it seem strange dey wanted ta join us so bad?"
          "Princess told us she ain't talkin' ta Spot." said Bumlets as he lit a cigarette.
          "How much ya wanna bet--"
          "Race, I wanna live past today." interrupted Bookie.
          Princess came downstairs and saw the newsies stare at her with cold eyes. "Ya got somethin' ta say?"
          "We're just wonderin' why...Don't trust Princess...ya wanted ta join us." answered Possessed.
          She looked over at Jack. "So yer boys don't trust us?"
          "Dat ain't it, y'see..."
          Race leaned into Bookie. "Here it comes, she's gonna whip ‘im."
          "So ya wanna know why Spot ‘n' me ain't speakin'?"
          "Yeah, we do."
          "Ask ‘im den." said Princess as she stormed upstairs.
          "No, Princess, come back! Yer supposed ta soak ‘im!" said Race as he followed her upstairs.
          The other newsies went upstairs as well, except Jack and Bumlets.
          "Think I should talk ta Spot?" asked Jack.
          "Yer not gonna git anythin' from dose goils." said Bumlets as he put out his cigarette.
          "Fine, afta sellin' tomorrow, I'll visit Brooklyn."

          "Yer jokin' right?"
          "Nope, one of us goes wit' ya ta sell."
          Princess sighed. "Only if we pick who."
          "Fine."
The four girls picked their selling partners, Princess with Bumlets, Pirouette with Pie Eater, Mystery with Mush, and Punk with Swifty. They then left the World building to sell the news.

          Punk and Swifty sold in front of Tibby's Diner, which proved to be a good selling spot that day. Once they were done selling they entered the diner and ordered lunch.
          "So why dey call ya Punk?" asked Swifty.
          "Why dey call you Swifty?"
          The newsie sat back in his chair. "‘Cause I'm so swift wit' da ladies."
          "Listen punk--"
          "Dat's you, remember? I'm Swifty."
          Punk rolled her eyes. "I kin see right through dat lie."
          Swifty laughed. "Alright, fergit da names."
          Punk looked out the diner window at the passing people. Swifty watched, and noticed a smile starting to develop on her face, which faded once she saw he was watching her.
          "Whatcha lookin' at?" She snapped.
          "I'm thinkin' you." answered Swifty.
          Her hard look softened a little. "Why?"
          Swifty stood and sat right next to her. "Wouldja consider bein' my goil?"
          She started to laugh. "You weren't kiddin', yer pretty swift."
          "How ‘bout it Punk?"
          "Ya think I'm gonna git all lovey wit' you'se? I gotta reputation ta think about."
          "Is dat a maybe?"
          "You'se kin take it dat way."
          Swifty started to put an arm around her when she pushed him away. "Ya try ta touch me again, an' I'll cut out yer heart."
          Swifty quickly went back to his original seat.

          "Dat was interestin' th' way ya sold dat last pape."
          "Ya think so?"
          "Next time, make sure da bulls ain't around when ya put someone in a headlock."
          Mush was starting to see why his selling partner was named Mystery, he had no idea she would do something like what he witnessed.
          "How long ya been a newsie?" asked Mystery.
          "Few years, why?"
          "Just wonderin'."
          The two walked the streets of Manhattan, searching for fellow newsies. Two young men stepped out of an alley, in front of Mystery and Mush.
          "Hey Mush, whatcha got der?" asked one.
          "I ain't lookin' fer a fight Oscar."
          Oscar grabbed Mystery around the waist, she threw her arms around him and pushed her body forward, causing both to fall to the ground. As Oscar struggled to get up, Mystery grabbed his leg and twisted until there was a loud snap and Oscar howled with pain.
          "Whatja do to ‘im?" asked the other youth with wide eyes.
          "Ya may wanna take ‘im to a doctor, I think his leg's broke." said Mystery as she helped Oscar up.
          The two boys hobbled away. Mystery looked over at Mush whose eyes were as wide as they could get.
          "Why'd ya do that?" he asked.
          "He was in our way."
          "Yeah but normal people don't do dat!"
          "It's a mystery isn't it?" said Mystery as she continued walking the streets of Manhattan.

          Pirouette and Pie Eater were having troubles selling their papers.
          "Sell by da bridge you said, der's people der all da time you said." said Pirouette.
          "Der is, just wait."
          Pirouette heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes. "I ‘ave been fer two hours an' we've only seen one guy!"
          "So yer a dancer?" asked Pie Eater quickly.
          "Kinda. I only learned one step."
          "Show me."
          Pirouette set down her papers and prepared to show Pie Eater the only turn she knew. When she finished the turn, two women came up and asked to buy papers.
          "It's a shame you have to perform in order to sell." said one.
          Suddenly a group formed around the two newsies, and they ended up selling all their papers in ten minutes.
          "Shoulda had ya do that earlier." said Pie Eater.
          "I should teach you'se da step so's ya don't need me."
          "I know enough ta do bettah den you!"
          "Who made da sellin' possible?" asked Pirouette.
          Pie Eater looked away from her. He hated to be wrong.

          "How'd I git stuck wit' you'se fer a sellin' partner?"
          "I ain't dat bad."
          Dutchy was not happy with the fact that he had to sell with Possessed.
          "Just keep yer mouth shut alright?"
          "Den how'm I gonna sell?" asked Possessed.
          "Find a way!" exclaimed Dutchy.
          Possessed turned around and started to walk away when he stopped and looked at Dutchy. "I ain't leavin' you'se...me mudder's dyin'...'cause dat ain't fair."
          "You poor boy! I'll buy two of your newspapers." exclaimed a middle-aged woman.
          When she left, Possessed turned to Dutchy again and said, "Dis ‘appens every time I sell. Dese people...fodder's outta woik...act like I said somethin' pitiful."
          "Here now boy," said a gentleman, "I'll buy a paper."
          Dutchy quickly left, hoping to find someplace where he could finish selling his papers.

          Jack Kelly headed for Brooklyn once he finished selling. He was determined to learn what had happened between Princess and Spot.
          "Hey Cowboy!"
          Jack turned and saw Snoddy running toward him. "What's up?"
          "Goin' ta Brooklyn ta find out ‘bout da goils?" asked Snoddy once he caught up with Jack.
          "Yeah. Spot never told me ‘bout her."
          "I'll come wit' 'cha."
          Jack and Snoddy crossed the bridge into Brooklyn. They knew where to find Spot Conlon, at the docks.
          "Hey Jacky-Boy, what brings ya ‘ere?" asked the Brooklyn leader from his place on top of a crate.
          "Y'know anythin' ‘bout Princess?" asked Cowboy.
          "She ‘n' t'ree udder goils came ta Manhattan yesterday." explained Snoddy.
          Spot stood as he lit a cigarette. "Yeah, I hearda Princess, what of it?"
          "Why would dey be wantin' ta join us?" asked Cowboy.
          "Why're ya askin' me?" snapped Spot.
          Jack started to leave when Snoddy stopped him. "Look, she said she ain't speakin' ta you'se."
          Spot threw the remainder of the cigarette into the river. "Don't know why she's hidin'. It ain't a secret."
          "What?" asked Jack and Snoddy in unison.
          "We were together fer a few months, den I just lost interest in ‘er." answered Spot.
          "Dat's it?" asked Jack.
          "Yeah, must be lookin' fer someone new in yer boys." said Spot.
          The two Manhattan boys started to laugh. Spot just rolled his eyes and looked away.
          "I'se expectin' somethin' woise." said Jack as he and Snoddy walked back to Manhattan.

          Bumlets and Princess sat on the rooftop of the lodging house as the sun began to set.
          "So what's wit' you ‘n' Spot?"
          Princess turned quickly and stared at Bumlets. "Dat's history, somethin' ta be fergotten."
          Bumlets smiled. "Dropped ya like a hot potato didn't he?"
          Princess turned away and sighed. "Yeah, dat's th' story."
          "If ya know ‘im good enough, ya learn ta accept it."
          "Sure, I accept th' fact he ripped my heart out an' ground it into th' dirt."
          Bumlets leaned against the edge of the roof and looked down at the night life of Manhattan. Princess joined him.
          "Y'know, der's a goil lodgin' house in Queens, why not go der?"
          "An' miss da chance ta be wit' Jack Kelly's newsies?"
          Bumlets and Princess looked at each other and found themselves looking deep into the others' eyes. Suddenly a voice broke their contact.
          "How much ya wanna bet he kisses ‘er?" whispered Race.
          "I'm leavin'. Bumlets looks mad, an' so does Princess." said Bookie as he quickly went back inside.
          "Bookie! Yer supposed ta be der fer me when I need ya!"
          "I'll come ta yer funeral." called Bookie from inside.
          Racetrack looked back at Bumlets and Princess, and found they were standing next to him, wearing on evil smile.
          "Hey Race," said Bumlets, "we wanna pay you'se in th' only way we know how."

          Inside the lodging house, Skittery and Pie Eater were into their third game of poker when Princess and Bumlets came down form the rooftop.
          "Where's Race?" asked Itey.
          "Thought he was up der wit' you two." said Kid Blink.
          "Didja see ‘im up der Bumlets?"
          "Nope, musta missed ‘im."
          At that moment, Racetrack came down the steps. He had a black eye and a bruised jaw. The newsies stared in surprise.
          "I'd notice a Princess black eye anywhere!" exclaimed Punk.
          "An' dat jaw's da woik ‘a Bumlets." said Mush.
          Race meant to say ‘shut up', but it came out as, "Thud uf!"
          Dutchy tapped Bookie on the shoulder and handed him two bits. "Here's fer th' bet yesterday. Princess did soak Race."
          The newsies laughed as Race glared at Dutchy. Pie Eater threw his cards down and stood. "Dat's all fer me Skit."
          "Just ‘cause ya lost every game." said Mystery.
          "We should head ta bed." said Snoddy.
          Everyone went upstairs into their rooms. Punk and Swifty were holding hands on the way up, she let go to enter her room. Swifty started to follow when she stopped him. "Hey swift one, dis is da goils room. Yers is over der."
          "Can't hate me fer tryin'."
          "Tryin' what? Ta be a goil?"
          Swifty's face turned red. "I'm just gonna go ta my room now."

          Racetrack stood next to the statue of Horace Greeley, thinking.
          "Race, der's nothin' you'se kin make money on."
          "So I'm in a slump. Ya don't hafta remind me Bookie."
          "Why doncha stick wit' sellin' papes?"
          "Yeah Race, yer bets make ya lose money."
          Race turned and saw Skittery. "You'se guys just don't know."
          They watched the passing people when they saw Mystery, but there was something different about her.
          "Hey Mystery." called Skittery.
          The newsgirl strolled up to her friends. "Hey, what's up?"
          "Um, is der somethin' you'se ‘n' Mush need ta tell us?" asked Race.
          "Oh dis is just a pillow. I figger people'll feel sorry fer a newsie lookin' like dis."
          "An' yesterday ya went around cryin' sayin' yer brudder was dyin' an' ya couldn't git th' money ta save 'im." said Skittery.
          "You'se should sell wit' Possessed an' say ya don't ‘ave enough ta git th' help he really needs. Said Bookie.
          "Dat's an idea." said Mystery with a chuckle.
          Dutchy appeared from the crowd, Possessed following.
          "Y'know Dutchy, I think yer th' one possessed."
          "I ain't th' one dat said dat guy's wife was fat!" exclaimed Dutchy.
          "Don't know where he got the idea I said dat. I just said ‘have a good day, sir'."
          The two boys joined Race, Skittery, Mystery, and Bookie. They stared at Mystery, then remembered she did things out of the ordinary.
          "Why do I git stuck wit' ‘im as a sellin' partner?" asked Dutchy, pointing to Possessed.
          "Can't be dat bad." said Mystery.
          "Oh really. Yesterday I'se runnin' fer my life ‘cause dis guys said all policemen're pigs, in front of da police station!"
          The others laughed.
          "I'll sell wit' ya tomorrow Dutchy. Let Mush deal wit' Possessed fer a while." said Mystery.
          "I ain't somethin'...newsies have fleas...you'se kin pass around."
          Skittery put an arm around Mystery as she removed the pillow from under her shirt. "How's Princess doin'?"
          "Seems fine," answered Mystery, "She's always out wit' Bumlets."
          "Dat's th' same wit' Punk ‘n' Swifty, der always together." said Bookie as he leaned against the statue.
          Pirouette and Pie Eater appeared and joined the gathering of newsies.
          "Hey dancin' goil," said Skittery, "Pie Eater teach ya anythin' new?"
          "Not really." answered Pirouette.
          "Guess he's afraid you'll do better den ‘im."
          "If der weren't ladies ‘round I'd soak ya." said Pie Eater.
          "Y'know, since we came ‘ere, we've seen less of Punk ‘n' Princess." said Mystery.
          "Princess needs someone better den Spot." added Pirouette.
          "Bumlets seems th' right match fer her." stated Racetrack.
          Jack stopped by the group of newsies and asked, "Any a you'se guys see Princess?"
          "I'm guessin' she's wit' Bumlets, where ever he is." answered Dutchy.
          The Manhattan leader quickly left to search for Princess, leaving the others to wonder why he would be searching for her, until Possessed turned and said, "Think I'll go ta Tibby's...Jack loves Princess...an' git somethin' ta eat."
          As he left, the others stared at each other in shock.
          "Tell me dat's just Possessed not makin' sense again." said Pirouette.
          "Seems Jack's mind's on somethin' else." said Skittery.
          "I kin betcha he's thinkin' of Princess." concluded Race.
          Der's a bet ya might ‘ave a chance at winnin'." said Bookie, hoping to change the subject.
          "Ya think he'll try ta bust up her ‘n' Bumlets?" asked Mystery.
          "When Jack's mind's set on somethin', he don't stop ‘til he gits it." answered Pie Eater.
          The group went to the lodging house where Punk, Swifty, Itey, and Jake were talking. They informed them of what had happened, and at once Punk jumped up and said, "He can't do dat! Princess ‘as never been dis happy b'fore!"
          "It's just Possessed. Nothin' he says makes sense." said Jake.
          "We gotta find out if dis is true." said Itey.
          Swifty stood next to Punk. "Should find some way ta git Jack ta tell us if ‘e does love ‘er b'fore doin' anythin' else."
          So the newsies went to work, starting another chapter in their story.

          "Hey kid, c'mere."
          Bookie walked up to the gambling newsie as he finished getting dressed. Racetrack took him aside and explained what he wanted his assistant to do. Bookie listened, then started laughing. Race looked puzzled. "What's so funny ‘bout what I said?"
          Bookie wiped the tears from his eyes. "I talked wit' him last night."
          "Yeah and?" asked Race eagerly.
          Bookie gave him an evil grin. "How badly ya wanna know?"
          Race pushed the kid and pinned him against the wall. "Ha ha, ya think dis is funny? What'd he say? Dis time I'm bettin' you'll tell me or get a broken arm."
          Bookie swallowed hard. "Jack's lookin' fer Princess ‘cause he knows Snyder's lookin' fer her an' the others."
          "What's Snyder gotta do wit' it?"
          "Dose girls escaped th' Refuge."
          Racetrack let go of Bookie. "Nice doin' business wit' you'se."

          "Now I kin see why Dutchy hates ta sell wit' 'cha."
          "Look, I don't say...Don't touch me!...things dat don't make sense."
          Mush walked the streets with Possessed, hoping to ditch him somewhere soon. "Why can't ya sell by yerself?"
          "Guess I could, but...Snipeshooter's a midget...I just don't like bein' by myself."
          Mush rolled his eyes as he started to sell his papers. Possessed did the same, yelling, "Coal mine caves in...kids're dyin'...source unknown!"
          People swarmed around both Mush and Possessed to get a newspaper. Once the selling was over, Mush burst out laughing and said, "Dat's th' foist time ya ever made sense."

          "So how come ya ditched bein' a dancer?"
          "One step ain't gonna git me anywhere Pie Eater." said Pirouette.
          Pie Eater put an arm around her. "Ya ever try practice?"
          Pirouette looked at him with a knitted brow. "Why do ya care so much ‘bout it?"
          "All I'm sayin' is if ya tried again maybe you'se could go places."
          The two sat by the Brooklyn Bridge and watched passers-by. Pie Eater surprised Pirouette when he asked, "What's yer real name?"
          "Why's dat important?"
          "If ya become a famous dancer you'll wanna use yer real name."
          "Well, my name's Megan, but I'll never be famous."
          Pie Eater lit a cigarette and glanced at Pirouette. "Jack knows Medda, maybe he could talk to her an' she could help ya."
          Pirouette thought of being the dancer she always wanted to be.

          Punk sat with Race, Jack, and Swifty in Tibby's Diner. They were discussing The Refuge.
          "Look Cowboy, ya could've told any of us ‘bout Snyder." stated Punk.
          "Princess seemed like th' leader of yer group, so I thought she should know first." said Jack.
          Swifty leaned back, controlling himself so he didn't put an arm around Punk. "Well ya gave us a good scare."
          "What makes you'se guys think I'd bust up her ‘n' Bumlets?"
          "She's the foist goil dat didn't fall fer ya, we know how dat bugs th' heck outta you." said Race.
          Bumlets and Princess walked in at that moment and sat with their friends.
          "Hey Princess, dis guy bettah den Spot?" asked Punk
          Princess looked at Bumlets and smiled. "I'm still wit' ‘im ain't I?"
          Race suddenly stopped and looked around. "Where's Bookie?"
          Every newsie shrugged their shoulders. "Didn't he sell wit' Skittery?" asked Swifty.
          Just then the diner door burst open and in walked Spot Conlon, followed by Bookie.
          "Hey Spot, what's up?" asked Jack.
          "Bookie here tells me you girls're in trouble."
          "What do you care?" snapped Princess.
          Bumlets put an arm around her. "At least listen to what he has ta say."
          Princess glared at Spot as he sat down with them. Bumlets squeezed her in hopes that she would stop being childish.
          "I'll wait fer Mystery ‘n' Pirouette b'fore I say anythin'." said Spot.
          As if on cue, almost every newsie came into Tibby's, laughing and talking.
          "So now you know what I gotta go through." said Dutchy.
          "Don't know what yer talkin' about, he made it possible fer us ta sell." answered Mush as he walked in holding hands with Mystery.
          "Hey Possessed, you'se kin sell wit' me tomorrow. I had th' woist time sellin'." said Kid Blink.
          "So now yer...Spot's a psycho...bein' nice ta me."
          The newsies sat around their table and became silent once they saw Spot.
          "Alright you four," he said while pointing to each girl, "Th' only way you'se kin trick Snyder is ta drop th' poor kid look."
          "Oh yeah, an' how do we do dat?" asked Punk.
          "Ok look, he's gonna find ya easy if ya stay together, so find udder jobs."
          Pie Eater spoke up right away. "You'se could talk wit' Medda an' see ‘bout somethin' fer Pirouette couldn't ya Jack?"
          The owner of the diner walked up to the group. "I couldn't help but overhear, and for our best customers we will help by making one of you a waitress here."
          "Gee thanks Tibby." said Bumlets, nudging Princess.
          "An' one of you'se could woik fer Kloppman." suggested Dutchy.
          "Personally I ain't leavin' th' newsie business." said Punk.
          The newsies decided amongst themselves what to do. Jack talked with Medda and got Pirouette, now Megan, a job as a dancer. Mystery helped Kloppman keep the lodging house in order, changing her name to Sabrina. Princess took the job at Tibby's, and had to remind herself she was working when Bumlets walked in, he changed her name to Rose. Punk kept on being a newsie, loving the thrills and freedom of the job. All four girls still stayed in the lodging house, sneaking out in the morning and sneaking back in at night. Snyder never found them.