[{"node":{"title":"Hanna182","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna182","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Wrestling, Fergus","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna182","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna182_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff176\n\nthere, looking over the shoulders of two youths, was the\nface of the girl he had pictured to himself. The cool\nevening breeze loosened a strand of hair over her brow. He\nsaw her brush it back and then allow her hand to rest at her\nthroat. Her scarf was a prize in the contest. He wondered\nhad it already been won. Then he saw the little smile and\nfrown as the wrestling men trod upon the piece of cloth on\nthe grass. Then he saw that he marked where she stood and\nthen crouched down waiting for his number. Four was called.\nNine was called, but Frank knew that none of these men was\nto win the last scarf. He changed his position, standing\nfurther from the scarf and at an oblique angle so that he\nwouldnt meet Robbie head-on. The word had barely left\nHunter\u2019s lips before Frank dropped like a stopping hawk from\nhis place, swooped and picked up the scarf from under the\nhurtling shadow of Art, sped on, circled behind the bewildered\nman, and was back among his team-mates. \"Like a bird!\"\nshouted Gill, thumping his back.\n\nThe contestants, after putting on their jackets and\nshoes, mingled with the crowd. Some hurried away to join\nin the games that had started again, some sat on the grass\namong their admirers, those who had won scarves searched for\ntheir owners.\n\nFrank stood with the scarf drooping from his fingers.\nHe saw Pentland moving in the crowd, still with his arms\naround the two girls. Hurrying towards him he caught him by\nthe elbow and held up the piece of coloured cloth. \"Whose\nwould this be, Fergus?\" The other man threw back his head\nand laughed. \"How would I know, man? Sure, there's girls\ngalore here wi' scarves like that! Put it in your pocket\nand you\u2019ll find the owner soon enough!\" and still laughing,\nhis cousin rushed off across the field dragging the two girls\nwith him.\n\nAt a loss, Frank turned away and found himself face to\nface with a group of girls who seemed to be encouraging one\nof their number towards him with pushes and laughter. As he\n","Type":"Text"}}]