Chapter TwoHe felt his throat tighten as his biggest fear loomed up ahead of him. Standing there, with that ape-like grin splitting his face, chin jutting forward, fists planted provocatively on his hips, was Neville Federman, Ben's nemesis. Already laughing as Ben scrambled over the wall separating Darley Dene from the road, Neville turned to the other assembled boys busy building a fire.
“Hey you lot, look who it is.” He turned his gloating face to Ben once again, “It's the wimp. Hiya wimp, come to help us with our fire? We could use some help, wimp, so why don't you come over here and I'll set fire to yer head.”
Neville laughed at what he thought was an incredibly witty joke, laughed so much he almost choked. Whilst he bent double and coughed hoarsely, Ben simply strode past him, not
