The shadows became longer as night came, and soon trash can
fires were the only lights in the park. Jim went deeper into the park, past huts and tents. The sound of wet coughs filled the air.
"Mike! Mike Wilson?" he called.
Suddenly, two running policemen shouted at him to get out ofthe way. He looked to see where they were going and saw a crowd of people around several policemen on horses. Jim heard angry shouts and saw flames. He ran to the crowd and had to push his way through a wall of people to reach the center.
A group of men had fought the police here, turning one of the sheep wagons over and burning huts. The police were in control again and were guiding the men away like sheep.
There were two policemen on horses near Jim. "We were just trying to move the sheep," one of them told the other. "But one of these guys started shouting at us. He was angry, very political.
Then they attacked us."Jim closed his eyes and remembered all Mike's angry talk. He knew this must be Mike. He began looking for his friend among all the fallen men on the grass. He got closer to the wagon that lay
on its side.
"A guy tried to free the sheep," a policeman was saying. "The horses were scared and the wagon turned over.