Lingard088

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it was. There it was. He whsitled to himself.

He came round by the side of the scrap yard,quite unprepared for
the attack. The three boys were upong him before he even had the
chance to see their faces. But he knew who one was, for the laugh
was familiar. ^{And the voice "Traitor!"} He fought back blindly without a chance. He went
dwo down on to the ground, face downwards, his arms protectively over
his head. He felt their feet, and that was all...