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Stevenson, Robert Louis, 1850-1894

"The Black Arrow"


All this time not one of the assailants had for a moment shown
himself. Here and there along the path, horse or man rolled,
undespatched, in his agony; but no merciful enemy broke cover to
put them from their pain.
The solitary survivor stood bewildered in the road beside his
fallen charger. He had come the length of that broad glade, with
the island of timber, pointed out by Dick. He was not, perhaps,
five hundred yards from where the boys lay hidden; and they could
see him plainly, looking to and fro in deadly expectation. But
nothing came; and the man began to pluck up his courage, and
suddenly unslung and bent his bow. At the same time, by something
in his action, Dick recognised Selden.
At this offer of resistance, from all about him in the covert of
the woods there went up the sound of laughter. A score of men, at
least, for this was the very thickest of the ambush, joined in this
cruel and untimely mirth. Then an arrow glanced over Selden's
shoulder; and he leaped and ran a little back.


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