Book 5 — ILLUSTRATIONS
Reading edition · Edition 2
facing page
“Now, mark me, mine host,” Sir Daniel said, “follow but mine orders and I shall be your good lord ever”26
In the fork, like a mastheaded seaman, there stood a man in a green tabard, spying far and wide56
Lastly, a little before dawn, a spearman had come staggering to the moat side, pierced by arrows98
“We must be in the dungeons,” Dick remarked128
The little cockle dipped into the swell and staggered under every gust of wind174
And Lawless, keeping half a step in front of his companion and holding his head forward like a hunting-dog upon the scent, ... studied out their path198
First came the bride, a sorry sight, as pale as the winter, clinging to Sir Daniel’s arm234
There were seven or eight assailants, and but one to keep head against them262
“But be at rest; the Black Arrow flieth nevermore”324