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"
Beetle
blade
,
"
the
boy
said
,
pointing
to
the
top
of
the
tree
.
"
Wo
n't
hurt
ya
unless
you
're
stupid
enough
to
touch
one
of
them
.
"
He
paused
.
"
Shank
.
"
He
did
n't
sound
comfortable
saying
the
last
word
,
as
if
he
had
n't
quite
grasped
the
slang
of
the
Glade
.
Another
scream
,
this
one
long
and
nerve-grinding
,
tore
through
the
air
and
Thomas
's
heart
lurched
.
The
fear
was
like
icy
dew
on
his
skin
.
"
What
's
going
on
over
there
?
"
he
asked
,
pointing
at
the
building
.
"
Do
n't
know
,
"
the
chubby
boy
replied
;
his
voice
still
carried
the
high
pitch
of
childhood
.
"
Ben
's
in
there
,
sicker
than
a
dog
.
They
got
him
.
"
"
They
?
"
Thomas
did
n't
like
the
malicious
way
the
boy
had
said
the
word
.
"
Yeah
.
"
"
Who
are
They
?
"
"
Better
hope
you
never
find
out
,
"
the
kid
answered
,
looking
far
too
comfortable
for
the
situation
.
He
held
out
his
hand
.
"
My
name
's
Chuck
.
I
was
the
Greenbean
until
you
showed
up
.
"
This
is
my
guide
for
the
night
?
Thomas
thought
.
He
could
n't
shake
his
extreme
discomfort
,
and
now
annoyance
crept
in
as
well
.
Nothing
made
sense
;
his
head
hurt
.
"
Why
is
everyone
calling
me
Greenbean
?
"
he
asked
,
shaking
Chuck
's
hand
quickly
,
then
letting
go
.
