"This way! here is help! Nay, run, fellow--run!" But just then a second arrow struck Selden in the shoulder, between the plates of his brigandine, and, piercing through his jack, brought him, like a stone, to earth.
"O, the poor heart!" cried Matcham, with clasped hands.
And Dick stood petrified upon the hill, a mark for archery.
Ten to one he had speedily been shot--for the foresters were furious with themselves, and taken unawares by Dick's appearance in the rear of their position--but instantly, out of a quarter of the wood surprisingly near to the two lads, a stentorian voice arose, the voice of Ellis Duckworth.
"Hold!" it roared.

"Shoot not! Take him alive! It is young Shelton--Harry's son." And immediately after a shrill whistle sounded several times, and was again taken up and repeated farther off.

The whistle, it appeared, was John Amend-All's battle trumpet, by which he published his directions.
"Ah, foul fortune!" cried Dick.

"We are undone.

Swiftly, Jack, come swiftly!" And the pair turned and ran back through the open pine clump that covered the summit of the hill..