"You have your bow, and I have this," and he shook his bloody staff.
"Boy!" roared Martin; "the GALLOWS! Follow me," and he fled into the wood.

Soon they heard a cry like a pack of hounds opening on sight of the game.

The men were in the wood, and saw them flitting amongst the trees.

Margaret moaned and panted as she ran; and Gerard clenched his teeth and grasped his staff.

The next minute they came to a stiff hazel coppice.