why do i gotta be saddled with you?
cowboy! they call him cowboy!
les. this is david, he's my brother. he's older.
near ten.
extry -- 'runaway carriage crushes cop!'
he gimme a dime! he said i should go far away and keep the change!
buy me last pape, mista?
the guy gave me a quarter! quick, gimme some more last papers!
the guy bet me i wouldn't drink some -- that's how i made the quarter!
just for one little sip of beer -- ?
one sip! i didn't even swallow it! jack leads them into the doorway of --
you were in jail? why?
oh, boy. how?
buy my last pape, lady? a camille-cough. medda looks at him critically.
then you'll be a real cowboy.
'gimme all ya got, baby'
stop crowding him! let him think!
strike!
real hoity-toity --
that's when they threw us out.
he's just foolin' 'em.  so he can spy on them or something.  that's it. he's spyin' on 'em. he's gotta be.
hey -- i'm saving that!
i told you. he's spyin' on 'em.
i'd rather be soakin' scabs.
get away from my sister!
jack! jack flashes him a grin as he works on morris's bread basket. just as oscar frees himself from the derby, david leaps on him like a fury. punches fly and the delanceys beat a quick retreat down the sidewalk, yelling back --
jack, for the trip -- a pair of cowboy boots! sorta. mayer with a bundle of clothes; esther with food come to the window. she gives it to jack.
that's you! he's writin' about you!
jack? you thinkin'?
i'll tell 'em you was a spy!
advertisements! cartoons?
and sheepshead bay!
no!
jack -- ! jack -- !
he said, you're fired. triumphant, jack hoists les over his shoulders:
the bulls! jack -- the bulls! jack sees several police shoving through the crowd toward him. he quickly deposits les -- turns to run and sees -- -- snyder right in front of him, hands behind his back. jack spins away and right into the arms of --
comin' down the chute!