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           Ereonecouldsay"GafferDownthedale"thehoundswereuponhim,andhehadonlytimetodrophisswordandleaplightlyintothetree,aroundwhichthehoundsgathered,lookingupathimasthoughhewereacatontheeaves.ButtheFriarquicklycalledoffhisdogs."At’em!"criedhe,pointingdowntheroadtowheretheyeomenwerestandingstockstillwithwonderofwhattheysaw.Asthehawkdartsdownuponitsquarry,sospedthefourdogsattheyeomen;butwhenthefourmensawthehoundssocoming,allwithoneaccord,savingonlyWillScarlet,dreweachmanhisgoosefeathertohisearandletflyhisshaft.

           Andnowtheoldballadtellethofawondrousthingthathappened,forthusitsays,thateachdogsoshotatleapedlightlyaside,andasthearrowpassedhimwhistling,caughtitinhismouthandbititintwain.NowitwouldhavebeenanilldayforthesefourgoodfellowshadnotWillScarletsteppedbeforetheothersandmetthehoundsastheycamerushing."Why,hownow,Fangs!"criedhesternly."Down,Beauty!Down,sirrah!Whatmeansthis?"

           Atthesoundofhisvoiceeachdogshrankbackquicklyandthenstraightwaycametohimandlickedhishandsandfawneduponhim,asisthewontofdogsthatmeetonetheyknow.Thenthefouryeomencameforward,thehoundsleapingaroundWillScarletjoyously.