But there lay the old man , with a cloth-yard arrow standing in his back ; and there were Hatch holding to the gable , and Dick crouching and ready behind the lilac bush . `` D'ye see aught ? '' cried Hatch . `` Not a twig stirs , '' said Dick . `` I think shame to leave him lying , '' said Bennet , coming forward once more with hesitating steps and a very pale countenance . `` Keep a good eye on the wood , Master Shelton -- keep a clear eye on the wood . The saints assoil us ! here was a good shoot ! '' Bennet raised the old archer on his knee . He was not yet dead ; his face worked , and his eyes shut and opened like machinery , and he had a most horrible , ugly look of one in pain . `` Can ye hear , old Nick ? '' asked Hatch . `` Have ye a last wish before ye wend , old brother ? '' `` Pluck out the shaft , and let me pass , a ' Mary 's name ! '' gasped Appleyard . `` I be done with Old England . Pluck it out ! '' `` Master Dick , '' said Bennet , `` come hither , and pull me a good pull upon the arrow . He would fain pass , the poor sinner . '' Dick laid down his cross-bow , and pulling hard upon the arrow , drew it forth .
A gush of blood followed ; the old XXXXX scrambled half upon his feet , called once upon the name of God , and then fell dead .
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