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but whether butchered in the rout or safe escaped from Shoreby, who
should say?
He caught a passing archer by the tabard.
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Fellow," he asked, "were ye here when this house was taken?"
Let be," said the archer. "A murrain! let be, or I strike."
Hark ye," returned Richard, "two can play at that. Stand and be plain."
But the man, flushed with drink and battle, struck Dick upon the shoulder
with one hand, while with the other he twitched away his garment.
Thereupon the full wrath of the young leader burst from his control. He
seized the fellow in his strong embrace, and crushed him on the plates of
his mailed bosom like a child; then, holding him at arm's length, he bid
him speak as he valued life.
"I pray you mercy!" gasped the archer. "An I had thought ye were so
angry I would 'a' been charier of crossing you. I was here indeed."
"Know ye Sir Daniel?" pursued Dick.
"Well do I know him," returned the man.
"Was he in the mansion?"
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