<> Hanna181 Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna181 Manuscript Knocknadreemally, Hunter English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna181 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna181_0.jpg LHL Archive 175 The next number called was nine and both men reached scarf together, closed and wrestled over it, until Frank’s team-mate feeling himself overborne, put out his foot and touched the scarf. "Burnt';' cried the watchful crowd, and Mr Hunter waved both men back to their lines. Another scarf was won by the Havara men, and then in quick succession two were lost to their opponents. And in between these scores were always several ’burnts’ or other infringements, until Frank, his number lost apparently in Mr hunter’s mind, allowed his attention to stray from the game and his eye to the crowd that pressed in on the contest. He saw Fergus among the onlookers, his arms still encircling the two girls who had caught him up in the ring. Perhaps, he thought, if I wasnt tied to this foolishness, I might have met a woman in the crowd, a stranger perhaps, from a distant townland, who didnt know me, or didnt care about what had happened in the past. He imagined what she should be like; medium height, her eyes level with his shoulders, tawny hair darker than his own, her skin would take kindly to the sun with maybe a freckle or two, and there would be a smooth creamy hollow at her throat. That was the face that had eluded him in the tall house on Knocknadreemally. He was suddenly aware of Gill shouting angrily at him and the laughter of the onlookers. His eyes searched for Bobbie Art. The big man had tossed a scarf on the grass behind him. When Mr Hunter had the attention of the contestants again, he ran lightly up the line, tipped a scarf and called a number, one by one the scarves were lifted until there was but one left. Two men were running for it now. The Banyil man, much the faster, stooped as he ran, but he glanced at his opponent and missed his aim. The other man overan it and then they were wrestling until a foot kicked the scarf. "Burnt!” cried Mr Hunter, and they went back to their places. Again Frank allowed his eyes to wander to the crowd. Suddenly he straightened up from his runner’s position, for Text