The Black Arrow

'It is the pity and reproach of this poor land.'" The men upon the hillock lay, closely observing them while they trailed inland among desolate sandhills. For a mile or so they hung upon the rear of the march, ready at a sign to pour another volley on the weary and dispirited fugitives. Dick emptied his purse among them, leaving himself nothing; thanked them for the courage they had displayed. He then dispatched them to find their way, either severly or in pairs, to shoreby and the goat in bagpipes.

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