Digital heart book

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.


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