"At 'em!" cried he, pointing down the road to where the yeomen were standing stock still with wonder of what they saw.

As the hawk darts down upon its quarry, so sped the four dogs at the yeomen; but when the four men saw the hounds so coming, all with one accord, saving only Will Scarlet, drew each man his goose feather to his ear and let fly his shaft.
And now the old ballad telleth of a wondrous thing that happened, for thus it says, that each dog so shot at leaped lightly aside, and as the arrow passed him whistling, caught it in his mouth and bit it in twain.
Now it would have been an ill day for these four good fellows had not Will Scarlet stepped before the others and met the hounds as they came rushing.

"Why, how now, Fangs!" cried he sternly.

"Down, Beauty! Down, sirrah! What means this ?" At the sound of his voice each dog shrank back quickly and then straightway came to him and licked his hands and fawned upon him, as is the wont of dogs that meet one they know.

Then the four yeomen came forward, the hounds leaping around Will Scarlet joyously.