with bronzed

skins, which spoke of a woodland life.

"here are young chips from an old bow stave!" cried the soldier

in great delight. "this is the proper way to raise children. by

my hilt! i could not have trained them better had i the ordering

of it myself,"

"what is it then?" asked hordle john. "they stand very stiff,

and i trust that they have not been struck so."

"nay, they are training their left arms, that they may have a

steady grasp of the bow. so my own father trained me. and six

days a week i held out his walking-staff till my arm was heavy as

lead. hola, mes enfants! how long will you hold out?"

"until the sun is over the great lime-tree, good master," the

elder answered.

what would ye be, then? woodmen? verderers?"

nay, soldiers," they cried both together.

"by the beard of my father! but ye are whelps of the true breed.

why so keen, then, to be soldiers?"

"that we may fight the scots," they answered. "daddy will send

us to fight the scots."

"and why the scots, my pretty lads? we have seen french and

spanish galleys no further away than southampton, but i doubt

that it will be some time before the scots find their way to

these parts."

"our business is with the scots," quoth the elder; "for it was

the scots who cut off daddy's string fingers and his thumbs."

"aye, lads, it was that," said a deep voice from behind alleyne's

shoulder. looking round, the wayfarers saw a gaunt, big-boned

man, with sunken cheeks and a sallow face, who had come up behind

them. he held up his two hands as he spoke, and showed that the

thumbs and two first fingers had been torn away from each of

them.

"ma foi, camarade!" cried aylward. "who hath served thee in so

shameful a fashion?"

"it is easy to see, friend, that you were born far from the

marches of scotland," quoth the stranger, with a bitter smile.

"north of humber there is no man who would not know the handiwork

of devil douglas, the black lord james."

"and how fell you into his hands?" asked john.

"i am a man of the north country, from the town of beverley and

the wapentake of holderness," he answered. "there was a day

when, from trent to tweed, there was no better marksman than

robin heathcot. yet, as you see, he hath left me, as he hath

left many another poor border archer, with no grip for bill or

bow. yet the king hath given me a living here in the southlands,

and please god these two lads of mine will pay off a debt that

hath been owing over long. what is the price of daddy's thumbs,

boys?"

"twenty scottish lives," they answered together.

"and for the fingers?"

"half a score."

"when they can bend my war-bow, and bring down a squirrel at a

hundred paces, i send them to take service under johnny copeland,

the lord of the marches and governor of carlisle. by my soul! i

would give the rest of my fingers to see the douglas within

arrow-flight of them."

"may you live to see it," quoth the bowman. "and hark ye, mes

enfants, take an old soldier's rede and lay your bodies to the

bow, drawing from hip and thigh as much as from arm. learn also,

i pray you, to shoot with a dropping shaft; for though a bowman

may at times be called upon to shoot straight and fast, yet it is

more often that he has to do with a town-guard behind a wall, or

an arbalestier with his mantlet raised when you cannot hope to do

him scathe unless your shaft fall straight upon him from the

clouds. i have not drawn string for two weeks, but i may be able

to show ye how such shots should be made." he loosened his

long-bow, slung his quiver round to the front, and then glanced

keenly round for a fitting mark. there was a yellow and withered

stump some way off, seen under the drooping branches of a lofty

oak. the archer measured the distance with his eye; and then,

drawing three shafts, he shot them off with such speed that the

first had not reached the mark ere the last was on the string.

each arrow passed high over the oak; and, of the three, two stuck

fair into the stump; while the third, caught in some wandering

puff of wind, was driven a foot or two to one side.

"good!" cried the north countryman. "hearken to him lads! he is

a master bowman, your dad says amen to every word he says."

"by my hilt!" said aylward, "if i am to preach on bowmanship, the

whole long day would scarce give me time for my sermon. we have

marksmen in the company who will knotch with a shaft every

crevice and joint of a man-at-arm's harness, from the clasp of

his bassinet to the hinge of his greave. but, with your favor,

friend, i must gather my arrows again, for while a shaft costs a

penny a poor man can scarce leave them sticking in wayside

stumps. we must, then, on our road again, and i hope from my

heart that you may train these two young goshawks here until the