I like to died when the man flopped down, so sudden I thought he'd slipped, until then the bang registered.
I rushed over, but Turkey shouted, "Don't touch him."
Mr. Ackerman said, "You idiot! That man could've told us-"
"Told nothing," Turkey said. "He's crazy."
Then I notice Turkey's down, too. Susan is working on him, rolling up his jeans. It's gone clean through his big muscle there.
Bud went to get a stick. Poked the man from a safe distance. Managed to pull his shirt aside. We could see the sores all over his chest. Something terrible it looked.
Mr. Ackerman was swearing and calling us idiots until we saw that. Then he shut up.