While he waited on the step a man appeared to the left and stood some twenty paces away staring at him with dull animosity. Fin recognised the visored cap, and stiffened himself. So this was Mike. It was possible he was the man who had hit him over the head in the railway yard, but even so he could scarcely have had a good look at him in the dark. Fin faced him out grinning. He had the stupid little eye of a bear. Fin was thankful to see no sign of recognition there. After a prolonged stare Mike disappeared the way…
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