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The din in the lane was deafening, and Falconer had to shout with his face inches from Bullock's to be heard. 'Can you see them? Can you see them? ' Anxiety was written all over his features.
‘They've just disappeared,' yelled Bullock, his legs spread apart to steady himself in the jostling throng. He was like a rock in a raging sea, and Falconer clung on to his shoulder for safety. He spun round, scanning over the heads of the crowd with his eye-lenses, but could not see them. He groaned.