For their open foes of the party of York , in these most changing times , they felt but a far-away concern . `` The world , '' as people said in those days , `` might change again '' before harm came . But for their neighbours in the wood , they trembled . It was not Sir Daniel alone who was a mark for hatred . His men , conscious of impunity , had carried themselves cruelly through all the country . Harsh commands had been harshly executed ; and of the little band that now sat talking in the court , there was not one but had been guilty of some act of oppression or barbarity . And now , by the fortune of war , Sir Daniel had become powerless to protect his instruments ; now , by the issue of some hours of battle , at which many of them had not been present , they had all become punishable traitors to the State , outside the buckler of the law , a shrunken company in a poor fortress that was hardly tenable , and exposed upon all sides to the just resentment of their victims . Nor had there been lacking grisly advertisements of what they might expect . At different periods of the evening and the night , no fewer than seven riderless horses had come neighing in terror to the gate . Two were from Selden 's troop ; five belonged to men who had ridden with Sir Daniel to the field . Lastly , a little before dawn , a spearman had come staggering to the moat side , pierced by three arrows ; even as they carried him in , his spirit had departed ; but by the words that he uttered in his agony , he must have been the last survivor of a considerable company of men . Hatch himself showed , under his sun-brown , the pallour of anxiety ; and when he had taken Dick aside and learned the fate of Selden , he fell on a stone bench and fairly wept . The others , from where they sat on stools or doorsteps in the sunny angle of the court , looked at him with wonder and alarm , but none ventured to inquire the cause of his emotion . `` Nay , Master Shelton , '' said Hatch , at last -- `` nay , but what said I ? We shall all go . Selden was a man of his hands ; he was like a brother to me . Well , he has gone second ; well , we shall all follow ! For what said their knave rhyme ? -- ' A black arrow in each black heart . ' Was it not so it went ?
Appleyard , XXXXX , Smith , old Humphrey gone ; and there lieth poor John Carter , crying , poor sinner , for the priest . ''
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