"Truly you came in good time, honored sir," said he.

"A moment later and they would have slain me." "But there should be another one," cried the man in the purple coat.
"There should be a black man.

A shipman with St.Anthony's fire, and a black man who had served him as cook--those are the pair that we are in chase of." "The black man fled over to that side," said Alleyne, pointing towards the barrow.
"He could not have gone far, sir bailiff," cried one of the archers, unslinging his bow.

"He is in hiding somewhere, for he knew well, black paynim as he is, that our horses' four legs could outstrip his two." "Then we shall have him," said the other.

"It shall never be said, whilst I am bailiff of Southampton, that any waster, riever, draw-latch or murtherer came scathless away from me and my posse.