`` 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 Appleyard . And , sure enough , over the top of the forest , where it ran down in a tongue among the meadows , and ended in a pair of goodly green elms , about a bowshot from the field where they were standing , a flight of birds was skimming to and fro , in evident disorder . `` What of the birds ? '' said Bennet .
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