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Show - 149 - and walk down to the beach. As I remember it's near the pilings that support the pier." They could feel their shoes sinking into the soft white sand as they shuffled down the embankment from the road. Each girl carried a basket and Tom the cartons of clothing. They came upon the dilapidated one-room shanty in a moment. The tin sea winds had turned its roof into a rusty looking brown. The old boards which comprised the walls were nailed unevenly together and the winds must beat against them unmercifully, thought Penny. Three little squares appeared to be windows, but they were boarded up with old pieces of 'j,'-.<e:cd An old wildly whipped by the sea wind, pair of trousers and a shirt,/were hung on a makeshift clothes line. It consisted of two sticks stuck into the sand with a piece of rope strung from one end to the other. "Stay close to me," cautioned Tom. "Don't say a word until you are spoken to. I will do the conversing until we know what the situation is. Do you understand?" They nodded in agreement. He stepped up to the door which was slightly ajar, and knocked loudly. No answer. Again, he knocked. This time a gutteral voice said. "Who's there? Don't bother me.: If you don't go away, you'll be sorryI" "Delgado it's Tom MacCarthy. Do you remember me? Come out I want to talk to you." There was a long pause,which to Penny and Vicky seemed endless. Then they heard a shuffling sound and a figure emerged from within. His appearance shocked Penny. Her memory was of a fat man with greasy black hair. She remembered how arrogantly he had treated the coolies. The person she saw standing at the door of the hut ...'• Booked like a different man. His body was skinny and scrawny and the folds of flesh overlapped on his neck. The once black hair was now a salt and |