• Across the Barricades
  • Chapter 9



"'Deed you're right, Jim." Mr Mullet shook his head. "I know exactly how you feel agree."
If it was our Linda - '

"Well, I'm going home," said Tommy firmly. "Are you coming, Sadie?


"That's right, you two go on home," said their father. "Mr Mullet
and I have some unfinished business with this fella here."

Tommy took a step over to his father. "Now look, Da, you're not
going to start fighting."

"If you want to go away home to your bed away you go. You don't
seem to care who your sister's roaming about with till all hours of the
night with, but I do!" Mr Jackson pushed his son away. His temper
was up. It seldom rose but when it did it did not subside easily.

Mr Mullet stepped forward. He would stand by his Brother. In
the lodge they were all Brethern. And confornted by a Roman Catholic
no good Orangeman would turn tail and run. He wondered if Tommy
would be a good choice for their Linda after all.

Sadie started to laugh. "You're being ridiculous. What do you
think you're going to fight Kevin for? I went with him of my own free will. He didn't force me to go with him. I went because I wanted to. He doesn't carry on any white slave traffic."

"White slave traffic?" said Mr Mullet. "What kind of traffic is

"Skip it, "said Sadie. "And skip the fighting too. Because if
you don't Kevin'll make mincemeat of the two of you no bother at all."

"I'm not wanting any fighting either, Mr Jackson," said Kevin.

"So you're a coward as well, eh?" said Mr Mullet. "That doesn't
surprise me. Any Mick who'd go sneaking off with a decent young

Joan Lingard
Sister, Fighting
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