<> Hanna194 Part Two Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna194 Manuscript Molly, Frank English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna194 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna194_0.jpg LHL Archive 188 the first time, the full lazy serenade of a thrash, gild on a branch by the reddening son, he tasted the sweetnes. of lover's meeting. As he approached the loanen that led up to the McFirbis farm, he heard men's voices from somewhere close at hand. He looked up the loanen; it was deserted and the voices had fallen silent. He knew it was early yet for Molly to ariive so he leant over a gate on the opposite side of the road and drew out his pipe and tobacco, as he pressed the first few shreds into his pipe he heard someone breaking through the hedge, and glancing over his shoulder saw a young man whom he recognised as Greer McFirbis, free himself from the bushes and spring onto the road. He carried a heavy stick in his hand, as Frank watched the young man, he heard footsteps behind him. Turning round he saw old Sam McFirbis, Molly's father, and a youth of about seventeen years come out of the loanen. They also carried cudgels, for a moment the three men stood looking at Frank in silence. "What's your business here, Echlin?" asked old McFirbis, taking a step forward. His sons closed in with him. "D'ye hear me speaking, Echlin? What d'ye want here?" "I'm waiting on Molly," answered Frank stepping back towards the gate as McFirbis advanced. "Ye bloody whore-monger," said the old man: "so ye wanted tae foul another decent home?" "No, no," said Frank: "No - ye dont understand -" He was close to the gate, his hand fumbling kkm behind him for the hasp. McFirbis saw the movement. "Watch him, the whelp!" he shouted and poked at Frank with his stick. The abrupt gesture was all that was necessary to release the savagery in the McFirbis men. As Frank drew his hands from behind him to ward the blow, the elder son struck him on the forearm. With a shout of pain the trapped man turned and swung his fist at his assailant Text