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capes."
"What did you do with the remains of... I mean, with the scraps of meat?" I asked. "Did you bury them?"
"Heck, no," Evra said. "I fed them to the wolf-man, like I meant to." Then, in response to my horrified look, he said, "Waste not, want not, remember?"
I stared at him for a second, then began to laugh. Evra laughed, too. In a minute we were both rolling around on the floor in hysterics.
"We shouldn't laugh." I caught my breath. "Poor Bradley Stretch. We should be crying."
"I'm laughing too hard to cry," Evra gasped.
"I wonder what he tasted like?"
"I don't know," Evra said. "But I bet he was rubbery."
That made us laugh even more. Tears rolled from our eyes and trickled down our cheeks. It was a terrible thing to laugh at, but we couldn't help it.
In the middle of our fit of hysteria, the flap to the door of our tent was pulled aside by an inquisitive head, and Hans Hands entered. "What's the joke?" he asked, but we couldn't tell him.
I tried, but every time I started, I began to laugh again.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. Then, when we finally quieted down, he told us why he was there.
"I have a message for you two," he said. "Mr. Tall wants you to report to his van as soon as possible."
"What's up, Hans?" Evra asked. He was still laughing. "Why does he want us?"
"He doesn't," Hans said. "Mr. Tiny is with him. He's the one who wants you."
Our laughter stopped instantly. Hans let himself out without any further words.
"Mr. Tuh-tuh-tuh-Tiny wants us," Evra gasped.
"I heard," I said. "What do you think he wants?"
"I don't kn-kn-kn-know," Evra stuttered, though I could tell what was going through his mind. It was the same thing that was rushing through mine. We were thinking of the Little People,
Bradley Stretch, and the big black pot full of scraps of human meat and bone.
CHAPTER 14
Mr. Tall, Mr. Crepsley, and Mr. Tiny were in the van when we entered. Evra was shaking like a leaf, but I wasn't really nervous. But when I saw the worried looks on Mr. Tall's and Mr.
Crepsley's faces and realized how uneasy they were, it put me on edge a little.
"Come in, boys," Mr. Tiny welcomed us, as though it was his van and not Mr. Tall's. "Sit down, make yourselves at home."
"I'll stand if that's okay," Evra said, trying not to let us hear the chatter of his teeth.
"I'll stand, too," I said, following Evra's lead.
"As you wish," Mr. Tiny said. He was the only one sitting.
"I've been hearing a lot about you, young Darren Shan," Mr. Tiny said. He was rolling something between his hands: a heart-shaped watch. I could hear it ticking whenever there was a pause in his speech.
"You're quite the boy, by all accounts," Mr. Tiny went on. "A most remarkable young man.
Sacrificed everything to save a friend. There aren't many who would do as much. People are so self-centered these days. It's good to see the world can still produce heroes."
"I'm no hero," I said, blushing at the compliment.
"Of course you are," he insisted. "What is a hero but a person who lays everything on the line for the good of somebody else?"
I smiled proudly. I couldn't understand why Evra was so afraid of this nice, strange man. There was nothing terrible about Mr. Tiny. I kind of liked him.
"Larten tells me you're reluctant to drink human blood," Mr. Tiny continued. "I don't blame you.
Nasty, repulsive stuff. Can't stand it. Apart from young children, of course. Their blood is scrump-dilly-icious."
I frowned. "You can't drink blood from them," I said. "They're too small. If you took blood from a young child, you'd kill it."
His eyes widened and so did his smile.
"So ?" he asked softly.
A chill ran down my spine. If he had been joking, it would have been in really poor taste, but I could have overlooked it (hadn't I just been laughing about poor Bradley Stretch?). But I could tell from his expression that he was totally serious.
All of a sudden I knew why this man was so feared. He was evil.
"What did you do with the remains of... I mean, with the scraps of meat?" I asked. "Did you bury them?"
"Heck, no," Evra said. "I fed them to the wolf-man, like I meant to." Then, in response to my horrified look, he said, "Waste not, want not, remember?"
I stared at him for a second, then began to laugh. Evra laughed, too. In a minute we were both rolling around on the floor in hysterics.
"We shouldn't laugh." I caught my breath. "Poor Bradley Stretch. We should be crying."
"I'm laughing too hard to cry," Evra gasped.
"I wonder what he tasted like?"
"I don't know," Evra said. "But I bet he was rubbery."
That made us laugh even more. Tears rolled from our eyes and trickled down our cheeks. It was a terrible thing to laugh at, but we couldn't help it.
In the middle of our fit of hysteria, the flap to the door of our tent was pulled aside by an inquisitive head, and Hans Hands entered. "What's the joke?" he asked, but we couldn't tell him.
I tried, but every time I started, I began to laugh again.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. Then, when we finally quieted down, he told us why he was there.
"I have a message for you two," he said. "Mr. Tall wants you to report to his van as soon as possible."
"What's up, Hans?" Evra asked. He was still laughing. "Why does he want us?"
"He doesn't," Hans said. "Mr. Tiny is with him. He's the one who wants you."
Our laughter stopped instantly. Hans let himself out without any further words.
"Mr. Tuh-tuh-tuh-Tiny wants us," Evra gasped.
"I heard," I said. "What do you think he wants?"
"I don't kn-kn-kn-know," Evra stuttered, though I could tell what was going through his mind. It was the same thing that was rushing through mine. We were thinking of the Little People,
Bradley Stretch, and the big black pot full of scraps of human meat and bone.
CHAPTER 14
Mr. Tall, Mr. Crepsley, and Mr. Tiny were in the van when we entered. Evra was shaking like a leaf, but I wasn't really nervous. But when I saw the worried looks on Mr. Tall's and Mr.
Crepsley's faces and realized how uneasy they were, it put me on edge a little.
"Come in, boys," Mr. Tiny welcomed us, as though it was his van and not Mr. Tall's. "Sit down, make yourselves at home."
"I'll stand if that's okay," Evra said, trying not to let us hear the chatter of his teeth.
"I'll stand, too," I said, following Evra's lead.
"As you wish," Mr. Tiny said. He was the only one sitting.
"I've been hearing a lot about you, young Darren Shan," Mr. Tiny said. He was rolling something between his hands: a heart-shaped watch. I could hear it ticking whenever there was a pause in his speech.
"You're quite the boy, by all accounts," Mr. Tiny went on. "A most remarkable young man.
Sacrificed everything to save a friend. There aren't many who would do as much. People are so self-centered these days. It's good to see the world can still produce heroes."
"I'm no hero," I said, blushing at the compliment.
"Of course you are," he insisted. "What is a hero but a person who lays everything on the line for the good of somebody else?"
I smiled proudly. I couldn't understand why Evra was so afraid of this nice, strange man. There was nothing terrible about Mr. Tiny. I kind of liked him.
"Larten tells me you're reluctant to drink human blood," Mr. Tiny continued. "I don't blame you.
Nasty, repulsive stuff. Can't stand it. Apart from young children, of course. Their blood is scrump-dilly-icious."
I frowned. "You can't drink blood from them," I said. "They're too small. If you took blood from a young child, you'd kill it."
His eyes widened and so did his smile.
"So ?" he asked softly.
A chill ran down my spine. If he had been joking, it would have been in really poor taste, but I could have overlooked it (hadn't I just been laughing about poor Bradley Stretch?). But I could tell from his expression that he was totally serious.
All of a sudden I knew why this man was so feared. He was evil.
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