He stood beneath them in the road, and then gave a low whistle.
Ernie looked down.
Alf was leering up at him.
CHAPTER XXXIII
UNDER THE STARS
The bus rolled on, past Saffrons Croft, the stars now twittering in the branches of the elms.
"Who was that?" asked Ruth.
"My brother," answered Ernie, a thought surlily.
"He doesn't favour you," said Ruth after a pause.
"No," answered Ernie. "He's a master-man now, Alf is. Got his own garage and men working for him and all. He drives for Mr. Trupp."