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 Matcham , with clasped hands . And Dick stood petrified upon the hill , a mark for archery . Ten to one he had speedily been shot -- for the foresters were furious with themselves , and taken unawares by Dick 's appearance in the rear of their position -- but instantly , out of a quarter of the wood surprisingly near to the two lads , a stentorian voice arose , the voice of Ellis Duckworth . `` Hold ! '' it roared . `` Shoot not ! Take him alive ! It is young Shelton -- Harry 's son . '' And immediately after a shrill whistle sounded several times , and was again taken up and repeated farther off . The whistle , it appeared , was John Amend-All 's battle trumpet , by which he published his directions . `` Ah , foul fortune ! '' cried Dick . `` We are undone . Swiftly , Jack , come swiftly ! '' And the pair turned and ran back through the open pine clump that covered the summit of the hill . CHAPTER VI -- TO THE DAY 'S END It was , indeed , high time for them to run . On every side the company of the Black Arrow was making for the hill . Some , being better runners , or having open ground to run upon , had far outstripped the others , and were already close upon the goal ; some , following valleys , had spread out to right and left , and outflanked the lads on either side .
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Amend-All Dick Duckworth Harry Jack Selden VI foresters left quarter