[{"node":{"title":"Hanna239","Collections":"Part Three","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1951","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, April 7, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Hanna239","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Bus, Terror","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna239","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/Hanna239_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufefflaughed. \"leave him to me, soldier. I know him well,\nand where he comes from.\" \"Fair enough,\" said the\nGuardsman. He placed Petie in a corner seat and\npeered down into his face. \"Good-night, old one,\"\nhe said. Petie looked up at him silently, without\nunderstanding. The soldier grinned and nodded to the\nconductor as he left the bus. \"He\u2019s all right now?\"\n\"As right as rain, mate,\" answered the conductor,\njerking the bell, as the bus moved off, a spark of\nintelligence came- into the old man's eyes. He staggered\nto his feet and peered out of the bus window. \"Thank\nye, son, thank yel\" he cried. On the others side of\nthe street a tall figure in khaki passed under a\nstreet lamp and disappeared in the gloom without\nlooking back.\n\nAs the bus crept up over the top of the Castlereagh\nHills, a squall of rain struck it, slashing the windows\nwith black and silver. Here and there along the road\nto Ardpatrick the bus stopped in the darkness and a\nman or woman entered or left. None of them gave more\nthan a passing glance at the bowed figure of the old\nman who swayed weakly to the lurching of the bus, his\nhands grasping the seat in front of him. And slowly\nin Petie's mind a small black bud of terror grew and\nspread. He stretched down and groped blindly round\nhis legs and feet. \"Oh, God, me dog I\u2019ve left me\nwee dog!\" he cried out. He rose to his feet and\nblundered down the bus to the door. The conductor\ncaught him and hurled him into another seat. \"Sit\ndown ye ould fool!\" he shouted \"D\u2019ye want to break\nyour bloody neck!\" \"But I\u2019ve left me wee dog behind\nme! Oh God, he\u2019ll be kilt wi' all those people and\nmotor-cars!\"\n\n\"Ach, not at all, the police'll lift him and\nkeep him for ye.\"\n","Type":"Text"}}]