I am an old man, and draw fast to homeward, where the bed is ready.

But for you, Bennet, y' are to remain behind here at your own peril, and if ye come to my years unhanged, the old true-blue English spirit will be dead." "Y' are the shrewishest old dolt in Tunstall Forest," returned Hatch, visibly ruffled by these threats.

"Get ye to your arms before Sir Oliver come, and leave prating for one good while.

An ye had talked so much with Harry the Fift, his ears would ha' been richer than his pocket." An arrow sang in the air, like a huge hornet; it struck old Appleyard between the shoulder-blades, and pierced him clean through, and he fell forward on his face among the cabbages.

Hatch, with a broken cry, leapt into the air; then, stooping double, he ran for the cover of the house.
And in the meanwhile Dick Shelton had dropped behind a lilac, and had his crossbow bent and shouldered, covering the point of the forest.
Not a leaf stirred.