"I slipped in and back to his desk, like I may if I want to, and there he
sat. He had a big white sheet just like this before it is printed, spread
out, and a pencil in his fingers, and about a dozen of his best men were
crowding 'round with what they had for the paper to-day. I've told you how
they do it, often, and when I edged up some of the men saw me. They knew I
had a pass to him, so they stepped back just as he said: 'Well boys, who's
got some _big stuff_ to fill the space of our departed scoop?' That
'departed' word means lost, gone, and it's what they say about people when
they--they go for good. Then he looked up to see who would speak first,
and noticed me. 'Oh there is the little villain who scooped our scoop,
right now,' he said. 'Let's make him fill the space he's cut us out of.' I
thought it was a joke, but I wasn't going to have all that bunch of the
swellest smarties who work for him put it clear over me; I've kidded back
with my paper men too long for that; so I stepped back and shot it at him,
that what's printed there, and when I got to the end and invited the
fellows to 'Whoop,' Lily, you could a-heard them a mile.
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