So then they separated for the second time ; and presently it was Dick who was running after Matcham . `` Here , '' he said , `` take my cross-bow ; shalt not go unarmed . '' `` A cross-bow ! '' said Matcham . `` Nay , boy , I have neither the strength to bend nor yet the skill to aim with it . It were no help to me , good boy . But yet I thank you . '' The night had now fallen , and under the trees they could no longer read each other 's face . `` I will go some little way with you , '' said Dick . `` The night is dark . I would fain leave you on a path , at least . My mind misgiveth me , y ' are likely to be lost . '' Without any more words , he began to walk forward , and the other once more followed him . The blackness grew thicker and thicker . Only here and there , in open places , they saw the sky , dotted with small stars . In the distance , the noise of the rout of the Lancastrian army still continued to be faintly audible ; but with every step they left it farther in the rear . At the end of half an hour of silent progress they came forth upon a broad patch of heathy open . It glimmered in the light of the stars , shaggy with fern and islanded with clumps of yew . And here they paused and looked upon each other . `` Y ' are weary ? ''
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Dick Lancastrian Matcham cross-bow hour left misgiveth night rout second