Mike! Mike Wilson?" he called.
Suddenly, two running policemen shouted at him to get out of
the way. He looked to see where they were going and saw a crowd
of people around several policemen on horses. Jim heard angry
shouts and saw flames. He ran to the crowd and had to push his
way through a wall of people to reach the center.
A group of men had fought the police here, turning one of the
sheep wagons over and burning huts. The police were in control
again and were guiding the men away like sheep.
There were two policemen on horses near Jim. "We were just
trying to move the sheep," one of them told the other. "But one of
these guys started shouting at us. He was angry, very political.
Then they attacked us."
Jim closed his eyes and remembered all Mike's angry talk. He
knew this must be Mike. He began looking for his friend among
all the fallen men on the grass. He got closer to the wagon that lay
on its side.
"A guy tried to free the sheep," a policeman was saying. "The
horses were scared and the wagon turned over."
There was someone with his legs under the enormous wheels
of the wagon. A group of men lifted the wagon up, and that's
when Jim realized that there was a second man under the wagon,
lying in a pool of blood. It was Mike.
Jim's friend wasn't dead yet. Jim moved the hair from Mike's
eyes.
"Did you win?" Mike asked. His voice was soft and filled with
pain.
Jim nodded. "You're going to be OK, Mike," he said.
Mike managed a weak nod. "I know it. . ."
But, in the cold and dark of New York's Central Park, as the
smoke from the burning huts blew over them and took away the
last of the light, both men knew that this wasn't true.
Mike! Mike Wilson?" he called.Suddenly, two running policemen shouted at him to get out ofthe way. He looked to see where they were going and saw a crowdof people around several policemen on horses. Jim heard angryshouts and saw flames. He ran to the crowd and had to push hisway through a wall of people to reach the center.A group of men had fought the police here, turning one of thesheep wagons over and burning huts. The police were in controlagain and were guiding the men away like sheep.There were two policemen on horses near Jim. "We were justtrying to move the sheep," one of them told the other. "But one ofthese guys started shouting at us. He was angry, very political.Then they attacked us."Jim closed his eyes and remembered all Mike's angry talk. Heknew this must be Mike. He began looking for his friend amongall the fallen men on the grass. He got closer to the wagon that layon its side."A guy tried to free the sheep," a policeman was saying. "Thehorses were scared and the wagon turned over."There was someone with his legs under the enormous wheelsof the wagon. A group of men lifted the wagon up, and that'swhen Jim realized that there was a second man under the wagon,lying in a pool of blood. It was Mike.Jim's friend wasn't dead yet. Jim moved the hair from Mike'seyes."Did you win?" Mike asked. His voice was soft and filled withpain.Jim nodded. "You're going to be OK, Mike," he said.ไมค์จัดการพยักหน้าอ่อน "ฉันรู้ว่า.""แต่ ในเย็นและมืดของนิวยอร์คเซ็นทรัลปาร์ค เป็นการควันจากกระท่อมเขียนได้พัดเหล่านั้น และเอาการสุดท้ายของแสง ทั้งสองคนรู้ว่า นี้ไม่จริง
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