The Gap Gang were at some bloody business behind the trees.
CHAPTER LV
PRETTY POLLY-KISS-ME-QUICK
Kit's life stopped short.
"That's one on em. Where's t'other?" growled Beardie.
"Oi'm here," said Blob, and thrust up, pink and impassive, in his cheek an obvious slice of apple.
"That's right," said Fat George in sleek, caressing voice. "Give the genelman your and, my dear. He'll elp you out. There you are! There's no call for you to be scared. You're among old friends."
The Gang had gathered round the hole.
Beardie on his hands and knees was peering down into the drain.
Then he threw up his head with a savage roar.