The first missed the clout, the second pierced the white wood, and the third hit the red eye.
The clout having been changed, and the old one brought to the King with the arrows in it, the second man took his turn.

This time all three of the arrows hit the mark, one of them being in the red.

Again it was changed, and forth came the great archer of the guard, a tall and clear-eyed man named Jack Green, and whom, it was said, none had ever beaten.

He drew, and the arrow went home in the red on its left edge.
He drew again, and the arrow went home in the red on its right edge.

He drew a third time, and the arrow went home straight in the very centre of the red, where was a little black spot.
Now a great laugh went up, since clearly the Suffolk man was beaten ere ever he began.
"Your Dick may do as well; he can do no better," said the King, when the target was brought to him.
Grey Dick looked at it.
"A boon, your Grace," said Dick.