Here is an ill-favoured shaft, by my sooth! for black, they say, bodes burial.
And here be words written.

Wipe the blood away.

What read ye ?" "'_Appulyaird fro Jon Amend-All_,'" read Shelton.

"What should this betoken ?" "Nay, I like it not," returned the retainer, shaking his head.

"John Amend-All! Here is a rogue's name for those that be up in the world! But why stand we here to make a mark?
Take him by the knees, good Master Shelton, while I lift him by the shoulders, and let us lay him in his house.