Suddenly , there was a yell from one of the houses in the alleyway. “Oy, what yer doin?” A drunken, scally face leered out from a window at Pipkin. Tucking himself into a shadow, his heart beating wildly, Pipkin became motionless. Something was now coming down the street towards him. He could hear it dragging itself towards the stable. Shadows moved. A yellow, pus-filled eye glinted.