Looking up, Harry Knight groaned: “Oh, no. Not again, this will be the end of us.” A giant of a man was standing
by the main entrance, a slight man with black rings under his eyes manned the
side door. He was whirling a bike chain in his right hand. The Reds were edging
their way into the corners; a couple were sizing up the bar, ready to
make a rush and escape through the kitchen. As Harry Knight eyed the cricket bat under the
counter, a tall, well-built man with long brown hair walked in. “No
trouble, Mr Knight,” Sowerbutt smiled.
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