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They
pounded
down
the
tracks
,
laughing
,
flailing
the
air
.
There
went
John
Huff
,
not
touching
the
ground
at
all
.
And
here
came
Douglas
,
touching
it
all
the
time
.
It
was
seven
o
’
clock
,
supper
over
,
and
the
boys
gathering
one
by
one
from
the
sound
of
their
house
doors
slammed
and
their
parents
crying
to
them
not
to
slam
the
doors
.
Douglas
and
Tom
and
Charlie
and
John
stood
among
half
a
dozen
others
and
it
was
time
for
hide
-
and
-
seek
and
Statues
.
"
Just
one
game
,
"
said
John
.
"
Then
I
got
to
go
home
.
The
train
leaves
at
nine
.
Who
’
s
going
to
be
‘
it
’
?
"
"
Me
,
"
said
Douglas
.
"
That
the
first
time
I
ever
heard
of
anybody
volunteering
to
be
‘
it
,
’
"
said
Tom
.
Douglas
looked
at
John
for
a
long
moment
.
"
Start
running
,
"
he
cried
.
The
boys
scattered
,
yelling
.
John
backed
away
,
then
turned
and
began
to
lope
.
Douglas
counted
slowly
.
He
let
them
run
far
,
spread
out
,
separate
each
to
his
own
small
world
.
When
they
had
got
their
momentum
up
and
were
almost
out
of
sight
he
took
a
deep
breath
.
"
Statues
!
"
Everyone
froze
.
Very
quietly
Douglas
moved
across
the
lawn
to
where
John
Huff
stood
like
an
iron
deer
in
the
twilight
.
