The Man glances behind him and sees the figures walking after him, filling the pavement. A streetlight shows them to be boys and girls and all quite young. The Man moves on more swiftly and the sound of their pursuit increases. Suddenly he stops under the next streetlight and turns to face the figures. They are upon him and around him quickly.
Nobody speaks for a moment, then one of the boys grins.
He is big and filled with an awareness of his own masculinity. That was pretty what you were whistling. Whistle some more. The Man whistles a nervous phrase, trying to make a joke of the situation which he doesn t understand. Oh, I think so The Man fumbles in his pocket, finds a pack and drops it in his nervousness.