![]() ![]() What were you doing in there?”I’ll admit I wasn’t in the best mood. “You’re welcome.”“What?”“I stuck that croc in the rump.” He mimicked the actionwith his sword. un-Egyptian.“The crocodile,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm andeven. The only problem was, I’d met most o the magiciansin the North American nomes, and I’d never seen this guybeore. Their brains can’t interpret it, so they might lookat my sword, or instance, and see a baseball bat or a walkingstick.But this kid. He notedmykhopeshand wand, and I got the eeling that he actuallysawthese things as they were. What really caught my attention washis sword-a straight double-edged blade glowing with aintbronze light.I’m not sure which o us was more surprised.For a second, Camper Boy just stared at me. He lookeda little older than me-maybe seventeen-with tousled blackhair and sea-green eyes. The croco-dile was gone, but standing in the marsh about twenty eetaway was a teenage guy in jeans and a aded orange T-shirtthat said CAMP something. OMGThe surace o the river churned with bubbles. ![]()
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