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"
What
do
you
mean
,
no
?
"
"
You
’
re
not
even
close
!
"
John
closed
his
eyes
.
"
Turn
around
here
,
"
said
Douglas
.
"
Open
up
,
let
me
see
.
"
"
It
’
s
no
use
,
"
said
John
.
"
You
forgot
already
.
Just
the
way
I
said
.
"
Turn
around
here
!
"
Douglas
grabbed
him
by
the
hair
and
turned
him
slowly
.
"
Okay
,
Doug
.
"
John
opened
his
eyes
.
"
Green
.
"
Douglas
,
dismayed
,
let
his
hand
drop
.
"
Your
eyes
are
green
.
.
.
Well
,
that
’
s
close
to
brown
.
Almost
hazel
!
"
"
Doug
,
don
’
t
lie
to
me
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
said
Doug
quietly
.
"
I
won
’
t
.
"
They
sat
there
listening
to
the
other
boys
running
up
the
hill
,
shrieking
and
yelling
at
them
.
They
raced
along
the
railroad
tracks
,
opened
their
lunch
in
brown
-
paper
sacks
,
and
sniffed
deeply
of
the
wax
-
wrapped
deviled
-
ham
sandwiches
and
green
-
sea
pickles
and
colored
peppermints
.
They
ran
and
ran
again
and
Douglas
bent
to
scorch
his
ear
on
the
hot
steel
rails
,
hearing
trains
so
far
away
they
were
unseen
voyagings
in
other
lands
,
sending
Morse
-
code
messages
to
him
here
under
the
killing
sun
.
Douglas
stood
up
,
stunned
.
