"Stow your jaw, you young rip, and come along to the station." "Oh, no," cried in the darkness an agonised voice that was not Peter's.
"Not the POLICE station!" said another voice from the darkness.
"Not yet," said the Station Master.

"The Railway Station first.

Why, it's a regular gang.

Any more of you ?" "Only us," said Bobbie and Phyllis, coming out of the shadow of another truck labelled Staveley Colliery, and bearing on it the legend in white chalk: 'Wanted in No.

1 Road.' "What do you mean by spying on a fellow like this ?" said Peter, angrily.
"Time someone did spy on you, _I_ think," said the Station Master.