`` It 'll not hold the place , '' said Appleyard ; `` the number sufficeth not . It would take two score to make it good . '' `` Why , it 's for that we came to you , old shrew ! '' replied the other . `` Who else is there but you that could do aught in such a house with such a garrison ? '' `` Ay ! when the pinch comes , ye remember the old shoe , '' returned Nick . `` There is not a man of you can back a horse or hold a bill ; and as for archery -- St. Michael ! if old Harry the Fift were back again , he would stand and let ye shoot at him for a farthen a shoot ! '' `` Nay , Nick , there 's some can draw a good bow yet , '' said Bennet . `` Draw a good bow ! '' cried Appleyard . `` Yes ! But who 'll shoot me a good shoot ? It 's there the eye comes in , and the head between your shoulders . Now , what might you call a long shoot , Bennet Hatch ? '' `` Well , '' said Bennet , looking about him , `` it would be a long shoot from here into the forest . '' `` Ay , it would be a longish shoot , '' said the old fellow , turning to look over his shoulder ; and then he put up his hand over his eyes , and stood staring . `` Why , what are you looking at ? '' asked Bennet , with a chuckle .
`` Do , you see Harry the XXXXX ? ''
Appleyard Ay Bennet Fift Hatch Michael Nick farthen shrew sufficeth