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It was now his business to seek out the Duke of Gloucester, who alone, in
the disorder of the forces, might be able to supply him with a
sufficiency of men. The fighting in the main town was now practically at
an end; and as Dick ran hither and thither, seeking the commander, the
streets were thick with wandering soldiers, some laden with more booty
than they could well stagger under, others shouting drunk. None of them,
when questioned, had the least notion of the duke's whereabouts; and, at
last, it was by sheer good fortune that Dick found him, where he sat in
the saddle directing operations to dislodge the archers from the harbour
side.
"Sir Richard Shelton, ye are well found," he said. "I owe you one thing
that I value little, my life; and one that I can never pay you for, this
victory. Catesby, if I had ten such captains as Sir Richard, I would
march forthright on London. But now, sir, claim your reward."
"Freely, my lord," said Dick, "freely and loudly. One hath escaped to
whom I owe some grudges, and taken with him one whom I owe love and
service. Give me, then, fifty lances, that I may pursue; and for any
obligation that your graciousness is pleased to allow, it shall be clean
discharged."
"
How call ye him?" inquired the duke.
Sir Daniel Brackley," answered Richard.
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