ILLUSTRATIONS
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| “Now, mark me, mine host,” Sir Daniel said, “follow but mine orders and I shall be your good lord ever” | [26] |
| In the fork, like a mastheaded seaman, there stood a man in a green tabard, spying far and wide | [56] |
| Lastly, a little before dawn, a spearman had come staggering to the moat side, pierced by arrows | [98] |
| “We must be in the dungeons,” Dick remarked | [128] |
| The little cockle dipped into the swell and staggered under every gust of wind | [174] |
| And Lawless, keeping half a step in front of his companion and holding his head forward like a hunting-dog upon the scent, ... studied out their path | [198] |
| First came the bride, a sorry sight, as pale as the winter, clinging to Sir Daniel’s arm | [234] |
| There were seven or eight assailants, and but one to keep head against them | [262] |
| “But be at rest; the Black Arrow flieth nevermore” | [324] |