that Lord Shoreby was treacherously corresponding with
the House of York.

The young fellow usually carried his ink-horn and im-
plements about him, and so now, bending a knee beside
the body of the dead spy, he was able to write these words
upon a corner of the paper:

My Lord of Shoreby, ye that writt the letter, wot ye why your
man is ded? But let me rede you, marry not.

JON AMEND-ALL.

He laid this paper on the breast of the corpse; and
then Lawless, who had been looking on upon these last
manœuvres with some flickering returns of intelligence,
suddenly drew a black arrow from below his robe, and
therewith pinned the paper in its place. The sight of
this disrespect, or, as it almost seemed, cruelty to the
dead, drew a cry of horror from young Shelton; but the
old outlaw only laughed.

"Nay, I will have the credit for mine order," he hic-
cupped. "My jolly boys must have the credit on't--the
credit, brother;" and then, shutting his eyes tight and
opening his mouth like a precentor, he began to thunder,
in a formidable voice:

"If ye should drink the clary wine"--

"Peace, sot!" cried Dick, and thrust him hard against
the wall. " In two words--if so be that such a man can

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