Therefore I went to bed supperless, because, as I remember you said, I had not earned it.

Still, as I don't want to fight the French with a bellyache, go scramble for them." Then, with a quick motion, he flung the apples to a distance, all save one, which he presented to a tall man who stood near, adding: "Take this, Jack Green, in token of fellowship, since I have nothing else to offer you.

I beat you at Windsor, didn't I, when we shot a match before the King?
Now show your skill and beat me and I'll say 'thank you.' Keep count of your arrows shot, Jack, and I'll keep count of mine, and when the battle is over, he who has grassed most Frenchmen shall be called the better man." "Then I'm that already, lad," answered the great yeoman with a grin as he set his teeth in the apple.

"For, look you, having served at Court I've learned how to lie, and shall swear I never wasted shaft, whereas you, being country born, may own to a miss or two for shame's sake.

Or, likelier still, those French will have one or both of us in their bag.
If all tales are true, there is such a countless host of them that we few English shall not see the sky for arrows." Dick shrugged his shoulders and was about to answer when suddenly a sound of shouting deep and glad rose from the serried companies upon their left.