The air felt heavy and damp. Josh was fussing with Petey’s collar and still didn’t see what was happening. I wondered if Ray was going to say anything, if he was going to do anything to stop them. But he stayed frozen and expressionless beside me. The circle grew smaller as the kids closed in. I realized I’d been holding my breath. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to cry out. “Hey, kids — what’s going on?” It was a man’s voice, calling from outside the circle. Everyone turned to see Mr. Dawes coming quickly toward us, taking long strides as he crossed the street, his open blazer flapping behind him. He had a friendly smile on his face. “What’s going on?” he asked again. He didn’t seem to realize that the gang of kids had been closing in on Josh and me. “We’re heading to the playground,” George Carpenter told him, twirling the bat in his hand. “You know. To play softball.” “Good deal,” Mr. Dawes said, pulling down his striped tie, which had blown over his shoulder.
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