By the time you hop to the ground, Jack and Race are waiting impatiently. "Hurry up, we's 'bout to miss it!" Jack cries, dashing halfway down the street to hop on the back of a passing streetcar. You and Racetrack hurry after him, and soon enough, the three of you are taking a whirlwind tour of the Lower East Side.

When you've seen all there is to see, you and your guides hop off the trolley and hitch a ride on a carriage going the opposite direction. It isn't too long before you are all standing on Duane Street again, somewhat out of breath, looking up at the house where your journey began.

"Well," Jack says solemnly, pushing back his cowboy hat and letting it hang around his neck, "that's it, kid. You's heard the tales, you's seen the sights, an' it's time to decide. Are ya gonna be a Duane Street newsie or not?"

You look from his face to Racetrack's, then up at the towering brick building. Slowly but surely, you nod your head.

Cowboy and Race exchange a triumphant grin. "Then," Race says, beckoning you inside and leading the way upstairs to the cozy reading room, "we'll fill ya in on all the latest news."