Summer ran, too. With a tribe of whooping Boy Scouts in hot pursuit, they crashed through the forest in great leaping bounds. Foot snagged by a wayward vine, Summer went down. To her surprise, Frankenstein came back for her. Grabbing her hand, he hauled her to her feet and dragged her along after him.Gradually the sounds of pursuit died away.Summer developed a stitch in her side. Pulling her hand from Frankenstein’s, she slowed to a walk, pressing her hand to her side, and finally stopped altogether.„I’m not taking another step.“ She spoke with finality. It was an effort to breathe.„You’re not very athletic, are you?“ he said disapprovingly, turning to frown down at her.„No, I’m not. If you’d wanted Jackie Joyner-Kersee, you should have kidnapped her. I’m sure she would have been delighted.“„You know, you’re a real pain in the butt.“„You’re not exactly a little ray of sunshine yourself, Mr. Macho Man,“ Summer snapped back, glaring up at him from her bent-over position.To Summer’s surprise, he grinned.
