Down the slope of the knoll by the river a group of boys were driving another, smaller boy before them. His every attempt to break and run was thwarted by blocking shoulders and quick footwork.
-Stand, Aage said to Tristan, still and easy. I’ll do the rest.
-Martin and Peder, Bo said, are going to fight.
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