X-Ray smiled. “Good thinking, Caveman.” He dropped the tube into his large pocket on the right leg of his dirty orange pants.
Stanley returned to his hole. When the water truck came, Stanley started to take his place at the end of the line,
but X-Ray told him to get behind Magnet, in front of Zero. Stanley moved up one place in line.
That night, as Stanley lay on his scratchy and smelly cot, he tried to figure out what he could have done differently,
but there was nothing he could do. For once in his unlucky life, he was in the right place at the right time, and it still didn't help him.
“You got it?” he asked X-Ray the next morning at breakfast. X-Ray looked at him with half-opened eyes behind his dirty glasses.
“I don't know what you're talking about,” he grumbled. “You know...” said Stanley.
“No, I don't know!” X-Ray snapped. “So just leave me alone, okay? I don't want to talk to you.”
Stanley didn't say another word. Mr. Sir marched the boys out to the lake, chewing sunflower seeds along the way and spitting out the shells.
He scraped the ground with his boot heel, to mark where each boy was supposed to dig.
Stanley stamped down on the back of the blade of the shovel, piercing the hard, dry earth.
He couldn't figure out why X-Ray snapped at him. If he wasn't going to produce the tube, why did he make Stanley give it to him?
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