A mysterious merry band "The rumor going around is that a band of kids is mixed up in all this, kind of modern-day Robin Hoods." A jolt when through me, made my knees go weak and stopped my breathing. My world shrank down to that narrow-eyed look outside and the wild panic inside. "Oh?" I said, my voice quite a bit higher than usual, up there in six-year-old range. I forced myself to breathe again, tried to get my voice back under control. "Really?" Really: the puniest response there was. "That's the rumor." Did Dina's lips start curving up in that little smile? The nearest streetlight was out, so I couldn't be sure. "But if true, I'd have a sympathetic reaction, if you see what I mean." "I don't." "My coverage would be positive," Dina said. "Here's something you might not have realized--shown in the right light, those kids could be stars." "Huh?" "Why not? Wasn't Robin Hood a star?" Excerpted from The Outlaws of Sherwood Street: Giving to the Poor by Peter Abrahams All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
