ILLUSTRATIONS

  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 wide 56

  Lastly, a little before dawn, a spearman had come staggering to the moat side, pierced by arrows 98

  "We must be in the dungeons," Dick remarked 128

  The little cockle dipped into the swell and staggered under every gust of wind 174

  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 path 198

  First came the bride, a sorry sight, as pale as the winter, clinging to Sir Daniel's arm 234

  There were seven or eight assailants, and but one to keep head against them 262

  "But be at rest; the Black Arrow flieth nevermore" 324

  PROLOGUE