`` Have ye a last wish before ye wend , old brother ? '' `` Pluck out the shaft , and let me pass , a ' Mary 's name ! '' gasped Appleyard . `` I be done with Old England . Pluck it out ! '' `` Master Dick , '' said Bennet , `` come hither , and pull me a good pull upon the arrow . He would fain pass , the poor sinner . '' Dick laid down his cross-bow , and pulling hard upon the arrow , drew it forth . A gush of blood followed ; the old archer scrambled half upon his feet , called once upon the name of God , and then fell dead . Hatch , upon his knees among the cabbages , prayed fervently for the welfare of the passing spirit . But even as he prayed , it was plain that his mind was still divided , and he kept ever an eye upon the corner of the wood from which the shot had come . When he had done , he got to his feet again , drew off one of his mailed gauntlets , and wiped his pale face , which was all wet with terror . `` Ay , '' he said , `` it 'll be my turn next . '' `` Who hath done this , Bennet ? '' Richard asked , still holding the arrow in his hand . `` Nay , the saints know , '' said Hatch . `` Here are a good two score Christian souls that we have hunted out of house and holding , he and I . He has paid his shot , poor shrew , nor will it be long , mayhap , ere I pay mine . Sir Daniel driveth over-hard . '' `` This is a strange shaft , '' said the lad , looking at the arrow in his hand .
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