ed my line up to frighin five miles.
I suppose t
passing accidentally and sa. taking t your float gives e. It’s quite different from t moves cally. t moment it gave a s under. I couldn’t o thers:
‘I’ve got a bite!’
‘Rats!’ yelled Sid Lovegrove instantly.
But t moment t any doubt about it. t dived straigill see it under ter, kind of dim red, and I felt tig, t feeling! training and a fis! t moment to me. I gave a terrific all of us gave a yell of agony. to t under t o ser urn over, and for pero ter, splas ‘im!’ moment o t. ed! te flapped up and do , and must er of a pound. ed to see t moment it anding over us, all billycock —one of ts to op and a boick in his hand.
e suddenly coridges eet, and since cracker.
‘ are you boys doing here?’ he said.
t muc about w we were doing. Nobody answered.
‘I’ll learn ‘ee come fis moment in all directions.
t all tiff and move fast, but in some good s of er us t o tell our fat t of ty red to the hedge.
I spent t of t made up t, but for time being tolerated me. text or oto go back to t of us for a long, meandering, scrounging kind of of boys go for real boy’s from to go ie Simmons. e coy cans and s of tcer very strong, and ter made us belcery o Upper Binfield, t time I’d been t o ts of dead leaves and t smootrunks t soar up into t ts. You could go preserve ts any longer, and at t you’d only meet a carter ree t runk looked like a target, and it ones. ts at birds apults, and Sid Lovegrove sree. Joe said foug doo a ced to ed a dirty y me because I only kne ts except t t of tarted to carve tree, but got fed up after t tters. t round by t some no one ever dared go inside because old ed as a kind of caretaker, il doo ton Road and cers, keeping on t t reacon Road t overgro mounds of rusty old tin cans and bicycle frames and saucepans tles nearly an ourselves filto foot routing out iron fence posts, because t for old iron. te t in a bl