[{"node":{"title":"Lingard088","Collections":"Chapter 9","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard088","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Attack","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard088","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/Lingard088_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff81\n\nit was. There it was. He whsitled to himself.\n\nHe came round by the side of the scrap yard,quite unprepared for\nthe attack. The three boys were upong him before he even had the\nchance to see their faces. But he knew who one was, for the laugh\nwas familiar. And the voice \"Traitor!\" He fought back blindly without a chance. He went\ndwo down on to the ground, face downwards, his arms protectively over\nhis head. He felt their feet, and that was all...\n","Type":"Text"}}]