`` I 'd commit any treason for two demi-cannon , '' said Sebastian , and rubs his hands . ' `` Ye have just compounded with rank treason-felony for the same bribe , '' says Sir John . `` Wherefore to horse , and get the guns . '' ' ` But Master Collins meant the guns for Sir Andrew Barton all along , did n't he ? ' said Dan . ` Questionless , that he did , ' said Hal . ` But he lost them . We poured into the village on the red edge of dawn , Sir John horsed , in half-armour , his pennon flying ; behind him thirty stout Brightling knaves , five abreast ; behind them four wool-wains , and behind them four trumpets to triumph over the jest , blowing : Our King went forth to Normandie . When we halted and rolled the ringing guns out of the tower , 't was for all the world like Friar Roger 's picture of the French siege in the Queen 's Missal-book . ' ` And what did we -- I mean , what did our village do ? ' said Dan . ` Oh ! Bore it nobly -- nobly , ' cried Hal . ` Though they had tricked me , I was proud of them . They came out of their housen , looked at that little army as though it had been a post , and went their shut-mouthed way . Never a sign ! Never a word ! They 'd ha ' perished sooner than let Brightling overcrow us . Even that villain , Ticehurst Will , coming out of the Bell for his morning ale , he all but runs under Sir John 's horse . ' '' ` Ware , Sirrah Devil ! ''
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