`` And that 's another false proverb , Hal , for I can hear your tower-door opening . '' ' `` I locked it . Who a-plague has another key , then ? '' I said . ' `` All the congregation , to judge by their feet , '' he says , and peers into the blackness . `` Still ! Still , Hal ! Hear 'em grunt ! That 's more o ' my serpentines , I 'll be bound . One -- two -- three -- four they bear in ! Faith , Andrew equips himself like an Admiral ! Twenty-four serpentines in all ! '' ` As if it had been an echo , we heard John Collins 's voice come up all hollow : `` Twenty-four serpentines and two demi-cannon . That 's the full tally for Sir Andrew Barton . '' ' `` Courtesy costs naught , '' whispers Sebastian . `` Shall I drop my dagger on his head ? '' ' `` They go over to Rye o ' Thursday in the wool-wains , hid under the wool-packs . Dirk Brenzett meets them at Udimore , as before , '' says John . ' `` Lord ! What a worn , handsmooth trade it is ! ''
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