I shouted. I wanted to rush the guy. Maybe tackle him so he'd let my friends loose. He wasn't very big. But something about him frightened me. And there was one thing holding me back. I'm a total coward. So instead of rushing him, I took a few steps away. I realized I was trembling all over. He stared at me with bright blue eyes, round as marbles, under bushy white eyebrows. His white hair and short white beard were neatly trimmed. His face was wrinkled and red from running after us. “Let us go!” Nicky and Tara were both struggling and squirming to free themselves. The man was breathing hard. But he kept his tight grip on them. “Let us go!” “I'm here to help you,” he said. He had a thin whisper of a voice. “Stop fighting me. I'm your friend.” “Then let us go!” Nicky shouted again. “Okay. No problem.” The man opened his hands and released my two friends. Nicky and Tara jumped away from him. I stood studying the little man. Was he telling the truth? Was he a friend?
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