As she hurled herself alone at the oncoming torrent, they sped from the door unnoticed, sprang over the fence, and reached the open lots to the west before they were seen by Willetts from the roof.
"Don't let 'em fool you!" he shouted.

"Look to I your left! There they go! Don't let 'em get away." The Cross-Readers were running across the field.

They were Bob Skillett and his younger brother, and Mr.Skillett was badly damaged: he seemed to be holding his jaw on his face with both hands.

The girl turned, and sped after them.

She was over the fence almost as soon as they were, and the three ran in single file, the girl last.