`` My master , '' said the ferryman , keeping the boat steady with one oar , `` I have a shrew guess that John-a-Fenne is on the island . He bears me a black grudge to all Sir Daniel 's . How if I turned me up stream and landed you an arrow-flight above the path ? Ye were best not meddle with John Fenne . '' `` How , then ? is he of this company ? '' asked Dick . `` Nay , mum is the word , '' said Hugh . `` But I would go up water , Dick . How if Master Matcham came by an arrow ? '' and he laughed again . `` Be it so , Hugh , '' answered Dick . `` Look ye , then , '' pursued Hugh . `` Sith it shall so be , unsling me your cross-bow -- so : now make it ready -- good ; place me a quarrel . Ay , keep it so , and look upon me grimly . '' `` What meaneth this ? '' asked Dick . `` Why , my master , if I steal you across , it must be under force or fear , '' replied the ferryman ; `` for else , if John Fenne got wind of it , he were like to prove my most distressful neighbour . '' `` Do these churls ride so roughly ? '' Dick inquired .
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