here was a good shoot ! '' Bennet raised the old archer on his knee . He was not yet dead ; his face worked , and his eyes shut and opened like machinery , and he had a most horrible , ugly look of one in pain . `` Can ye hear , old Nick ? '' asked Hatch . `` 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 XXXXX .
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