Nemesis: The Final Case Of Eliot Ness - Plot & Excerpts
As it turned out, he could go a good long way, especially if he used his fishing pole to keep himself balanced. "Look at me!" Gomez hollered. "I'm the New York Central train!" "You ain't no train," Louis Cheeley shouted back. Louis was two years younger than Gomez-only eleven-but even Gomez knew he was far more sensible. He would never pull the same crazy stunts. Come to think of it, he normally wouldn't ditch school to go fishing, either. But he'd warmed to the idea pretty fast when Gomez suggested it. "You may be black, but you ain't no train." "You think they'll miss us back at Outhwaite?" Gomez asked, referring to the school they both attended-or were supposed to attend. "They might miss us, but what they gonna do about it?" Gomez kept moving. "Serves them right. Who ever heard of having school this late in the year? When it's crazy hot outside. And the fish are bitin'." "What's gonna happen if we get caught?" "We ain't gonna get caught." "Yeah, but-" "Look, if you're so worried about it, you can just go home now." "I'm not goin' home," Louis said, suddenly defensive.
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