"Have ye a last wish before ye wend, old brother ?" "Pluck out the shaft, and let me pass, a' Mary's name!" gasped Appleyard.
"I be done with Old England.

Pluck it out!" "Master Dick," said Bennet, "come hither, and pull me a good pull upon the arrow.

He would fain pass, the poor sinner." Dick laid down his cross-bow, and pulling hard upon the arrow, drew it forth.

A gush of blood followed; the old archer scrambled half upon his feet, called once upon the name of God, and then fell dead.

Hatch, upon his knees among the cabbages, prayed fervently for the welfare of the passing spirit.