Caddy Buddy books

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The dock rat was tip-toeing about the bed, like a starved rodent
outside a wire-screened piece of food. His glance shifted from that
gleaming shoulder hunched up over the slim neck to the heavy face of
the Boss and then to the old woman, returning quickly to the form on
the bed.
"Oo's goin' t'do it?" asked the old crone of the Boss. "You or Bill?"
and she drew down the clothes, exposing the limp sprawled limbs of the
sleeping girl. The Boss did not reply. He simply took a half-stride
back, away from the bed. The dock rat's eyes gleamed: he had noted the
movement. He ceased his tip-toeing about and looked at the Boss.
"What's my share?"
"Blimy! Your share?" returned the Boss in a hoarse whisper. Then,
pointing to the waiting, half-naked form: "That!"
In their contemplation of their victim they were so absorbed that they
apparently forgot entirely the three of us bedded on the other side of
the hanging sail. Mick and I were staggered. We looked at each other,
realising at the self-same instant the whole purpose of this curious
conference.


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