"I will show you that there are better men left in England than ever went thieving to France." "Pasques Dieu!" cried the archer, loosening his jerkin, and eyeing his foeman over with the keen glance of one who is a judge of manhood.
"I have only once before seen such a body of a man.

By your leave, my red-headed friend, I should be right sorry to exchange buffets with you; and I will allow that there is no man in the Company who would pull against you on a rope; so let that be a salve to your pride.

On the other hand I should judge that you have led a life of ease for some months back, and that my muscle is harder than your own.

I am ready to wager upon myself against you if you are not afeard." "Afeard, thou lurden!" growled big John.

"I never saw the face yet of the man that I was afeard of.