[{"node":{"title":"Hanna190","Collections":"Part Two","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna190","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Farm, Business","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna190","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/Hanna190_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff184\n\nstaggering shadows up the dark tunnel of the loanen. The\nboy was reeling against Agnes with fatigue and excitement\nso she picked him up and carried him in her arms, as they\nstarted to climb the last ascent to the farm, Petie heard\nquick footsteps behind him and the lilting whistle of a\nman. in a few seconds Frank overtook them. Petie explain-\ned in a whisper what had happened. The strange glow that\nhad lighted up the young man's face died away as he listen-\ned. He strode ahead, turning as he passed, to look into\nHamilton's face, and then he took the wearied boy from\nAgnes, telling her to go on and prepare Sarah for their\nhomecoming.\n\nWhen they were still some distance from the farm\nthey saw Sarah hurrying down the hill towards them. She\npushed one of the men aside, and drawing Hamilton's arm\nover her shouj.der, put her strong arm around his waist.\n\nThey lowered Hamilton into a chair in the kitchen\nand then the two neighbour-men stood around, twisting\ntheir caps in their hands, unable to keep their eyes from\nwandering round the kitchen. \"Is there anything more we\ncan do?\" asked the men with the lantern. Agnes touched\nhis arm. \"Say no more of this business than you can help,\"\nshe whispered. \"Now go, men, before yw have to refuse a\nsup o' tea, for the poor woman will have enough to do.\"\n\nThe men needed no second bidding but pulling on their\ncaps and waving aside Hamilton's thanks, they left the\nhouse.\n\nSarah, who had rushed Andrew off to bed, returned\nwith towels and a basin, Agnes had cut away the torn\nshirt from the wound, and when Frank saw the mangled\nshoulder he drew in his breath with a hiss. \"God's\ncurse on Gilmore!\" he said in a low voice. \"I'll fix\nhim - I\u2019ll put him where he'll never lift a gun again!\"\n\n\"Behave yourself, man!\" retorted Agnes sharply. \"D'ye\nwant the countryside filled wi' polis, nebbing intae every-\nbody's business? Tammie Gilmore's suffered enough the-\n","Type":"Text"}}]