Then , throwing down his weapon , Selden began to run before him up the glade , and almost in a straight line for Dick and Matcham . The companions of the Black Arrow now began to shoot in earnest . But they were properly served ; their chance had past ; most of them had now to shoot against the sun ; and Selden , as he ran , bounded from side to side to baffle and deceive their aim . Best of all , by turning up the glade he had defeated their preparations ; there were no marksmen posted higher up than the one whom he had just killed or wounded ; and the confusion of the foresters ' counsels soon became apparent . A whistle sounded thrice , and then again twice . It was repeated from another quarter . The woods on either side became full of the sound of people bursting through the underwood ; and a bewildered deer ran out into the open , stood for a second on three feet , with nose in air , and then plunged again into the thicket . Selden still ran , bounding ; ever and again an arrow followed him , but still would miss . It began to appear as if he might escape . Dick had his bow armed , ready to support him ; even Matcham , forgetful of his interest , took sides at heart for the poor fugitive ; and both lads glowed and trembled in the ardour of their hearts . He was within fifty yards of them , when an arrow struck him and he fell . He was up again , indeed , upon the instant ; but now he ran staggering , and , like a blind man , turned aside from his direction . Dick leaped to his feet and waved to him . `` Here ! '' he cried . `` This way ! here is help ! Nay , run , fellow -- run ! '' But just then a second arrow struck Selden in the shoulder , between the plates of his brigandine , and , piercing through his jack , brought him , like a stone , to earth . `` O , the poor heart ! ''
cried XXXXX , with clasped hands .
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