`` Ay ! when the pinch comes , ye remember the old shoe , '' returned Nick . `` There is not a man of you can back a horse or hold a bill ; and as for archery -- St. Michael ! if old Harry the Fift were back again , he would stand and let ye shoot at him for a farthen a shoot ! '' `` Nay , Nick , there 's some can draw a good bow yet , '' said Bennet . `` Draw a good bow ! '' cried Appleyard . `` Yes ! But who 'll shoot me a good shoot ? It 's there the eye comes in , and the head between your shoulders . Now , what might you call a long shoot , Bennet Hatch ? '' `` Well , '' said Bennet , looking about him , `` it would be a long shoot from here into the forest . '' `` Ay , it would be a longish shoot , '' said the old fellow , turning to look over his shoulder ; and then he put up his hand over his eyes , and stood staring . `` Why , what are you looking at ? '' asked Bennet , with a chuckle . `` Do , you see Harry the Fift ? '' The veteran continued looking up the hill in silence . The sun shone broadly over the shelving meadows ; a few white sheep wandered browsing ; all was still but the distant jangle of the bell . `` What is it , Appleyard ? '' asked Dick .
`` Why , the birds , '' said XXXXX .
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