How if I turned me up stream and landed you an arrow-flight above the path?
Ye were best not meddle with John Fenne." "How, then?
is he of this company ?" asked Dick.
"Nay, mum is the word," said Hugh.

"But I would go up water, Dick.

How if Master Matcham came by an arrow ?" and he laughed again.
"Be it so, Hugh," answered Dick.
"Look ye, then," pursued Hugh.

"Sith it shall so be, unsling me your cross-bow--so: now make it ready--good; place me a quarrel.

Ay, keep it so, and look upon me grimly." "What meaneth this ?" asked Dick.
"Why, my master, if I steal you across, it must be under force or fear," replied the ferryman; "for else, if John Fenne got wind of it, he were like to prove my most distressful neighbour." "Do these churls ride so roughly ?" Dick inquired.