youâre breaking it.â
âIâm not in a mood,â replied August distantly.
âYes you are.â
âI saw him again, Ivanâthe Wild Boy.â
âThe ghost boy?â
âI told you, he is not a ghost. Donât call him that.â
âBut you are the only one who ever sees him.â
Augustâs face turned white. âI know it, and Iâve seen him before too.â
âYou told me, three times. You saw him twice sitting in the trees behind your house after dark, and once you saw him following you, jumping in and out of the bushes while you walked along Winding Ridge. But Iâve never seen him.â
âHe was standing right over there,â August said, and pointed to the bank on the other side of the stream. âHe was crouched down looking into the water, studying it, but when he saw me he leaped up and ran off.â
âWhat did he look like?â
âI couldnât see him very well, but I think he smiled before he took off.â
âWhat was he doing?â
âI told you, he was looking into the water, here where itâs deeper. Maybe he likes looking into deep water. So I thought if we made the water even deeper he might come back. And then you could see him too, and maybe we could even talk to him.â
âWhen did you see him?â
âLast night after dark.â
âYou came out here?â
âI woke up and had this feeling.â
âWhat feeling?â
âA feeling I get sometimes before I see him. Itâs a real sad feeling, like everything is far away.â
âSo you came out here?â
âYep, and I saw him looking into the water.â
âDid you tell your parents?â
âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âThe Wild Boy has to be kept a secret. Iâve researched feral children on the Internet, and read a few books about them. Every time adults get involved it turns out bad.â
âWhatâs âferalâ?â
âIt means wild. Feral children return to a more natural way of living. Some are raised by wolves, some by coyotes, others are just instinctively more primitive. When adults find them they always try to change them. But in most cases they never adjust to being away from nature, and they die young. So we have to keep him a secret.â
âWhere do you think he sleeps?â
âMost likely in caves where he can still see the sky.â
âDo you think he sleeps during the day and then comes out at night?â
âMaybe,â said August. âHeâs probably like other wild animals and sleeps no more than an hour or two at a stretchânever very soundly, always partly awake.â
âSo let me get this straight, August: you caught a look at this wild boy again. He was staring into the water, right here. And weâre building a dam to make the water deeper, so that when he comes back we can see him and talk to him. Is that right?â
âPretty much.â
âThen why are we just standing around? Letâs get to work. We can have this finished before dark, and I guarantee you itâs going to be really, really deep when weâre done.â
âPerhaps we should have one of your candy bars first,â August suggested.
âGood idea.â
They split one, but before they were finished chewing, Augustâs mom hollered. They couldnât understand her, but August said the way she hollered meant she wanted them to come back.
After theyâd gone a little ways, August made a low whistle and Milton crawled out of the tree bark, flew over, and dove into his shirt pocket. He stayed in there a lot, Ivan knew, especially when grown-ups were around.
When they got back to the park Mrs. Helm and Ivanâs mother were carrying a wooden chair through Shrubbery Jungle. Ivanâs mother held the heavy end, and Mrs. Helm held on to the other.
Ivan was surprised and glad his mother hadnât left