Joe started going to alton Grammar Sc till    meant a four-mile bike ride m and evening, and Motraffic, ime included a very feor- cars.

        For several years    to t by old Mrs t. Most of t to save to t Mott er and eacy, sacles, and all s es. S ma ruant as often as t like it. Oful sdal cause a boy put    uand at time. Mott succeeded in    up. icularly bad ell your fat e so see t s do it too often, and even    at you    it o dodge.

        Joe oug teen, and to cut    lumps bursting out of corduroy breed rat of t tolerated because t o fling    like a spread-eagle. tin bet t usually pay mution to it till t sixteen. t passing your finger aing a to be frigainly to make a nuisance of tore tole fruit by t. Sometimes io borros and go ratting, apults and squailers, and to buy a saloon pistol, ed to more t to go fising.    Mrs t’s o cut sc least once a    t about once a f tioneer’s son, er from your moterday. Of course I o join t Joe al any blasted kids hanging round.

        It    of going fis really appealed to me. At eig yet been fis , imes catcickleback. Moterrified of letting us go any everyt yet grasped t gro see round ers. But t of fis me ement. Many a time I’d been past t tcimes uree at t diamond- s to my eyes looked enormous—six inco t    treet, o lie aales Joe old me about fise,    gives a bob and plunges under and you feel tugging at t any use talking about it, I    of fairy lig fisackle    guns and sing, some feel it about motor-bikes or aeroplanes or ’s not a t you    explain or rationalize, it’s merely magi—it    —I kne Joe o cut sc fiso follo, and arted on me while we were dressing.

        ‘No you get today. You stay bae.’

        ‘No, I didn’t. I didn’t t it.’

        ‘Yes, you did! You t you he gang.’

        ‘No, I didn’t!’

        ‘Yes, you did!’

        ‘No, I didn’t!’

        ‘Yes, you did! You stay back     any bloody kids along.’

        Joe    lear. Fat    of Joe, but as usual    do so. After breakfast Joe started off on ces early as    to cut sc ime for me to leave for Mott’s I sneaked off as. I k to follo. Probably t get o dinner, and t I’d cut sot I didn’t care. I    desperate to go fisoo. I alloy of time to make a circuit round ao ted round to get almost to t tercups o my k stirring tops of t green clouds of leaves    of soft and ric    years old, and all rou    tangled ill in bloom, and bits of soft ing overa give a damn for any of it. All I e. It    to join tly I mao sneak up on think his name was.

        Joe turned and sao me like a tom-cat t’s going to start a fig’d I tell you? You get bae double quick.’

        Boto drop our aitc all excited. I backed away from him.

        ‘I’m not going bae.’

        ‘Yes you are.’

        ‘Clip     no kids along.’

        ‘ARE you going bae?’ said Joe.

        ‘No.’

        ‘Rig-hO!’

        tarted o minute cer anot I didn’t run aly    me and got me do on my upper arms and began screorture and one I couldn’t stand. I ime, but still I    give in and promise to go ed to stay and go fisold Joe to get up off my d let me stay if I ed to. So I stayed after all.

        ts and a lump of bread paste in a rag, and    ourselves cree at t t of sig t it made any differe tle, but ed boys. till jealous of me aellio get out of t and remindi I    fis I     let me sit beside t me to anot of ter ten part of t o knoinct till, I . I ting on t fit to knock you do ter, and I ear- marks mixed up    ill all over my face.

        Lord kd out, and t e. It ill day, too clear for fiss lay on ter o ter as to a kind of dark green glass. Out in t uimes in t    t out of ter. But t biting. t sing t t a nibble, but it ime stretd out and it got ter and ter, and te you alive, and t u like Mot-sting    knoain    as still as a mouse and ook my eyes off t. t about telli    for a long time I didn’t even dare to re-bait my ime I pulled my line up thin five miles.

        I suppose     t        passing actally 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 uer, 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 u o ser urn over, and for pero ter, splas ‘im!’    moment o t. ed! te flapped up and do , and must er of a pouo see    t moment it anding over us, all billycock —one of ts to    op    and a boi his hand.

        e suddenly ces eet, and since cracker.

        ‘ are you boys doing here?’ he said.

        t muc about ere doing. Nobody answered.

        ‘I’ll learn ‘ee e fis moment    in all dires.

        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, sging kind of    of    boys go for     real boy’s    from to go ie Simmons. e coy s 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 os at birds apults, and Sid Lovegrove sree. Joe said    foug doo a ced to ed a dirty y    me because I only ks 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 rea Road t    ro mounds of rusty old tin s and bicycle frames and saus tles    nearly an    ourselves filto foot routing out iron fence posts, because    t for old iro    in a blackberry buser a lot ument about o do ook t, s at tones, and finally stamped on to stamp on. It ting oime no old Breting too o stay out mucrailed ments    and c icks, and old Beation-master,    every nig, came after us in a tearing rage because rampled on his onion- bed.

        I’d en miles and I    tired. All day I’d trailed after tried to do everyt I’d more or less kept my end up. I    kno unless you’ve —but if you’re a man you’ll    some time. I kne I    a kid any longer, I    last. And it’s a o be a boy, to go roaming co d kill birds and sones and cers and s dirty ’s a kind of strong, rank feeling, a feeling of kno’s all bound up e dusty roads, t sy feeling of one’s clot, ty ink of taste of fizzy lemonade and t made one belcamping on training on t    of it. t feeling.

        Sure enoug round and told everybody. Fatcrap out of to ‘t of’ Joe. But Joe struggled and yelled and kicked, and in t get in more t    a g from ter of t day. I tried tle too, but I    me across -for rap. So I’d    day, one from Joe, one from old Bre day t I    really a member yet and t I’d got to go t out of tories) after all. tri insisting t you o bite t. Moreover, because I    and to catc after t    really a big one. In a general endency of fisalk about to get bigger and bigger, but t smaller and smaller, until to alk you’d    it han a minnow.

        But it didn’t matter. I’d been fis dive uer augging at told t take t away from me.
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