They yelled and one rose squatting and sprang among them.
They looked like beavers, the water ripping about their chins, yelling.
"Take that girl awayl What did you want to bring a girl here for?
Go on awayl"
"She wont hurt you.
We just want to watch you for a while."
They squatted in the water.
Their heads drew into a clump, atching us, then they broke and rushed toward us, hurling water with their hands.
We moved quick.
"Look out, boys; she wont hurt you."
"Go on away, Harvard!" It was the second boy, the one that thought the horse and wagon back there at the bridge. "Splash them, fellows!"
"Let's get out and throw them in," another said. "I aint afraid of any girl."
" Splash them!
Splash them!" They rushed toward us, hurling water.
We moved back. "Go on away!" they yelled. "Go on away!"
We went away.
They huddled just under the bank, their slick heads in a row against the bright water. We went on.
"That's not for us, is it." The sun slanted through to the moss here and there, leveller. "Poor kid, you're just a girl." Little flowers grew among the moss, littler than I had ever seen. "You're just a girl.
Poor kid." There was a path, curving along beside the water.
Then the water was still again, dark and still and swift. "Nothing but a girl.
Poor sister." We lay in the wet grass panting the rain like cold shot on my back.
Do you care now do you do you
My Lord we sure are in a mess get up.
Where the rain touched my forehead it began to smart my hand came red away streaking off pink in the rain.
Does it hurt
Of course it does what do you reckon
I tried to scratch your eyes out my Lord we sure do stink we better try to wash it off in the branch "There's town again, sister. You'll have to go home now.
I've got to get back to school.
Look how late it's getting.
You'll go home now, wont you?" But she just looked at me with her black, secret, friendly gaze, the half-naked loaf clutched to her breast. "It's wet.
I thought we jumped back in time." I took my handkerchief and tried to wipe the loaf, but the crust began to come off, so I stopped. "We'll just have to let it dry itself.
Hold it like this." She held it like that.
It looked kind of like rats had been eating it now. and the water building and building up the squatting back the sloughed mud stinking surfaceward pocking the pattering surface like grease on a hot stove.
I told you I'd make you
I dont give a goddam what you do
Then we heard the running and we stopped and looked back and saw him coming up the path running, the level shadows flicking upon his legs.
"He's in a hurry.
We'd--" then I saw another man, an oldish man running heavily, clutching a stick, and a boy naked from the waist up, clutching his pants as he ran.
" There's Julio," the little girl said, and then I saw his Italian face and his eyes as he sprang upon me.
We went down.
His hands were jabbing at my face and he was saying something and trying to bite me, I reckon, and then they hauled him off and held him heaving and thrashing and yelling and they held his arms and he tried to kick me until they dragged him back.
The little girl was howling, holding the loaf in both arms.
The half naked boy was darting and jumping up and down, clutching his trousers and someone pulled me up in time to see another stark naked figure come around the tranquil bend in the path running and change direction in midstride and leap into the woods, a couple of garments rigid as boards behind it.
Julio still struggled.
The man who had pulled me up said,
"Whoa, now.
We got you."
He wore a vest but no coat.
Upon it was a met shield In his other hand he clutched a knotted, polished stick.
" You're Anse, aren't you?" I said. "I was looking for you.