Chapter ThirteenSet in stone, like a line of statues, the boys stood in silence and watched his approach. Breathing steadily, moving his eyes from one to the other, Ben tried to keep himself loose but he knew that this meeting was going to be difficult. He stopped and gave a little nod to Paul before looking Neville squarely in the eyes. For a few painful moments, the tension rose, fizzing through the air like an electric charge. Ben let it go, averting his eyes, and returning them to Paul.
“We saw Trev,” Paul said in an even voice. “His leg is pretty bad, Ben.”
“How did he do it?”
Ben turned unblinking towards Neville. “Didn't he tell you?”
Neville ignored the barb, smiled and calmly replied, “Why don't you tell us?”
“He fell. In the marsh. He caught his leg on a half buried tree bra
