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 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 ! ''
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Amend-All Dick Duckworth Harry Matcham Selden Shelton brigandine foresters quarter