Yet I will not deny that at the intaking of a town it is well to have good store of bombards.

I am told that at Calais they made dints in the wall that a man might put his head into.

But surely, comrades, some one who is grievously hurt hath passed along this road before us." All along the woodland track there did indeed run a scattered straggling trail of blood-marks, sometimes in single drops, and in other places in broad, ruddy gouts, smudged over the dead leaves or crimsoning the white flint stones.
"It must be a stricken deer," said John.
"Nay, I am woodman enough to see that no deer hath passed this way this morning; and yet the blood is fresh.

But hark to the sound!" They stood listening all three with sidelong heads.

Through the silence of the great forest there came a swishing, whistling sound, mingled with the most dolorous groans, and the voice of a man raised in a high quavering kind of song.