And there you have Pee-wee Harris in a nut-shell.

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The game in the middle of the large field must have become exciting, for its votaries were gathered into a close group.

None of the players seemed able now to spare so much as a cautious glance toward the street.
Once, during his intense preoccupation, Slats Corbett gave a quick, furtive glance afar, but it was only in a sort of sub-consciousness that he glimpsed a figure sitting on the fence, its back toward him.

That was enough.
The group gathered closer, voices were heard in excited altercation, there were long intervals of silence.