After slipping a couple of coins to a porter to take care of their luggage, Sowerbutt concentrated his attention on the bustling crowds. He had crossed the path of the Spanish lads, whoever they were, and a busy railway station away from his home patch was the ideal spot to retaliate.
Some of the Family carried shooters, too noisy and messy in his book. He was well equipped with his trusty clasp-knife, a Ka-bar hunting knife, that he had bought from a down-on-his-luck American sailor, strapped to his leg as well as his cosh. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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