THE BATTLE AT THE TOWNSHIP'S END Our men had got into their places leisurely and coolly enough, and with no lack of jesting and laughter.

As we went along the hedge by the road, the leaders tore off leafy twigs from the low oak bushes therein, and set them for a rallying sign in their hats and headpieces, and two or three of them had horns for blowing.
Will Green, when he got into his place, which was thirty yards from where Jack Straw and the billmen stood in the corner of the two hedges, the road hedge and the hedge between the close and field, looked to right and left of him a moment, then turned to the man on the left and said: "Look you, mate, when you hear our horns blow ask no more questions, but shoot straight and strong at whatso cometh towards us, till ye hear more tidings from Jack Straw or from me.

Pass that word onward." Then he looked at me and said: "Now, lad from Essex, thou hadst best sit down out of the way at once: forsooth I wot not why I brought thee hither.

Wilt thou not back to the cross, for thou art little of a fighting-man ?" "Nay," said I, "I would see the play.

What shall come of it ?" "Little," said he; "we shall slay a horse or twain maybe.