two black arrows. The bride had fainted. Sir Daniel stood, towering

above the crowd in his surprise and anger, a clothyard shaft quivering in

his left forearm, and his face streaming blood from another which had

grazed his brow.

Long before any search could be made for them, the authors of this tragic

interruption had clattered down a turnpike stair and decamped by a

postern door.

But Dick and Lawless still remained in pawn; they had, indeed, arisen on

the first alarm, and pushed manfully to gain the door; but what with the

narrowness of the stalls and the crowding of terrified priests and

choristers, the attempt had been in vain, and they had stoically resumed

their places.

And now, pale with horror, Sir Oliver rose to his feet and called upon

Sir Daniel, pointing with one hand to Dick.

Here," he cried, "is Richard Shelton--alas the hour!--blood guilty!

Seize him!--bid him be seized! For all our lives' sakes, take him and

bind him surely! He hath sworn our fall."

Sir Daniel was blinded by anger--blinded by the hot blood that still

streamed across his face.

"Where?" he bellowed. "Hale him forth! By the cross of Holywood, but he

shall rue this hour!"

The Black Arrow