They killed young Scruff Blake! Did you see them! They shot down little Scruff in cold blood! Big quiet Tad Moody sat in the truck muttering to himself. Behind, a smoking, twisted triangle of metal was all that remained of the R.A.S.C. convoy.
His mates looked at him, and looked away, shaking their heads, for they could see Tad had suddenly changed. He wasn’t just a truck-driver any more.
Maybe he wasn’t very bright, maybe he was big, slow and cumbersome, but if sheer guts, determination and an unbearable urge for revenge counted for anything, big Tad Moody was going to tangle with Colonel Reidel, who had killed his pal and curl his strong fingers round that German’s throat.
Damage to base of spine with approx two inch split mars an otherwise decent copy. Slight stacking curl, rubbing at edges. Book remains sound. Acceptable condition. Bagged and boarded. Please examine photos carefully and see our notes on item condition before purchasing.