At the point where the ravine came down to the river there was a culvert under the railway tracks. Fin waited a while until it was perfectly dark, and then easing his skiff through, beached it on the other side and tied the painter to a fence post. He had to climb this fence to enter Nipperg’s property. He made his way up the side of the ravine, carefully feeling his way in the dark, and pausing every few steps to listen. It was only seven o’clock and he was still within the city limits, but in this wild spot he fe…
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