Page 270 - The Book Thief

were given one diminutive apple between them. In fairness, the takings were

incredibly poor, but Viktor Chemmel also ran a tighter ship.

What do you call this? Rudy asked, the apple resting in his palm.

Viktor didnt even turn around. What does it look like? The words were dropped
over his shoulder.

One lousy apple?

Here. A half-eaten one was also tossed their way, landing chewed-side-down in
the dirt. You can have that one, too.

Rudy was incensed. To hell with this. We didnt walk ten miles for one and a half
scrawny apples, did we, Liesel?

Liesel did not answer.

She did not have time, for Viktor Chemmel was on top of Rudy before she could
utter a word. His knees had pinned Rudys arms and his hands were around his
throat. The apples were scooped up by none other than Andy Schmeikl, at
Viktors request.

Youre hurting him, Liesel said.

Am I? Viktor was smiling again. She hated that smile.

Hes not hurting me. Rudys words were rushed together and his face was red with
strain. His nose began to bleed.

After an extended moment or two of increased pressure, Viktor let Rudy go and
climbed off him, taking a few careless steps. He said, Get up, boy, and Rudy,
choosing wisely, did as he was told.

Viktor came casually closer again and faced him. He gave him a gentle rub on
the arm. A whisper. Unless you want me to turn that blood into a fountain, I
suggest you go away, little boy. He looked at Liesel. And take the little slut with
you.