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His
eyes
were
open
,
and
they
were
wide
with
terror
.
"
Newt
,
"
Alby
said
in
a
much
quieter
voice
;
Thomas
would
n't
have
heard
him
if
he
had
n't
been
standing
just
a
few
feet
away
.
"
Bring
out
the
Pole
.
"
Newt
nodded
,
already
on
the
move
toward
a
small
tool
shed
used
for
the
Gardens
;
he
'd
clearly
been
waiting
for
the
order
.
Thomas
turned
his
focus
back
to
Ben
and
the
guards
.
The
pale
,
miserable
boy
still
made
no
effort
to
resist
,
letting
them
drag
him
across
the
dusty
stone
of
the
courtyard
.
When
they
reached
the
crowd
,
they
pulled
Ben
to
his
feet
in
front
of
Alby
,
their
leader
,
where
Ben
hung
his
head
,
refusing
to
make
eye
contact
with
anyone
.
"
You
brought
this
on
yourself
,
Ben
,
"
Alby
said
.
Then
he
shook
his
head
and
looked
toward
the
shack
to
which
Newt
had
gone
.
Thomas
followed
his
gaze
just
in
time
to
see
Newt
walk
though
the
slanted
door
He
was
holding
several
aluminum
poles
,
connecting
the
ends
to
make
a
shaft
maybe
twenty
feet
long
.
When
he
was
finished
,
he
grabbed
something
odd-shaped
on
one
of
the
ends
and
dragged
the
whole
thing
along
toward
the
group
.
A
shiver
ran
up
Thomas
's
spine
at
the
metallic
scrape
of
the
pole
on
the
stone
ground
as
Newt
walked
.
Thomas
was
horrified
by
the
whole
affair
--
he
could
n't
help
feeling
responsible
even
though
he
'd
never
done
anything
to
provoke
Ben
.
How
was
any
of
this
his
fault
?
No
answer
came
to
him
,
but
he
felt
the
guilt
all
the
same
,
like
a
disease
in
his
blood
.
Finally
,
Newt
stepped
up
to
Alby
and
handed
over
the
end
of
the
pole
he
was
holding
.
Thomas
could
see
the
strange
attachment
now
.
A
loop
of
rough
leather
,
fastened
to
the
metal
with
a
massive
staple
.
A
large
button
snap
revealed
that
the
loop
could
be
opened
and
closed
,
and
its
purpose
became
obvious
.
