Well, you are right, and a little matter like that may turn a battle.

Not but what I had thought of it already." Hugh was about to answer with spirit, when a sound of distant shouting broke upon their ears, a very mighty sound, and next instant some outposts were seen galloping in, calling: "Arm! Arm! The French! The French!" Suddenly there appeared thousands of cross-bow men, in thick, wavering lines, and behind them the points of thousands of spears, whose bearers as yet were hidden by the living screen of the Italian archers.

Yes, before them was the mighty host of France glittering in the splendid light of the westering sun, which shone full into their faces.
The irregular lines halted.

Perhaps there was something in the aspect of those bands of Englishmen still seated in silence on the ground, with never a horse among them, that gave them pause.

Then, as though at a word of command, the Genoese cross-bow men set up a terrific shout.
"Do they think to make us run at a noise, like hares ?" said Hugh contemptuously.
But Grey Dick made no answer, for already his pale eyes were fixed upon the foe with a stare that Hugh thought was terrible, and his long fingers were playing with the button of his bow-case.