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captor's arms.
Dick heard the cry and turned. He saw Matcham fall; and on the instant
his spirit and his strength revived; With a cry of pity and anger, he
unslung and bent his arblast. But ere he had time to shoot, the leper
held up his hand.
"
Hold your shot, Dickon!" cried a familiar voice. "Hold your shot, mad
wag! Know ye not a friend?"
And then laying down Matcham on the turf, he undid the hood from off his
face, and disclosed the features of Sir Daniel Brackley.
"Sir Daniel!" cried Dick.
"Ay, by the mass, Sir Daniel!" returned the knight. "Would ye shoot upon
your guardian, rogue? But here is this"--And there he broke off, and
pointing to Matcham, asked: "How call ye him, Dick?"
"Nay," said Dick, "I call him Master Matcham. Know ye him not? He said
ye knew him!"
"Ay," replied Sir Daniel, "I know the lad;" and he chuckled. "But he has
fainted; and, by my sooth, he might have had less to faint for! Hey,
Dick? Did I put the fear of death upon you?"
"Indeed, Sir Daniel, ye did that," said Dick, and sighed again at the
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