But it must have fallen short or gone too far; so he tried twice more. The last repetition was successful. The two marbles lay within a foot of each other.
? ? ? ? Just here the blast of a toy tin trumpet came faintly down the green aisles of the forest. Tom flung off his jacket and trousers, turned a suspender into a belt, raked away some brush behind the rotten log, disclosing a rude bow and arrow, a lath sword and a tin trumpet, and in a moment had seized these things and bounded away, bare-legged, with fluttering shirt. He presently halted under a great elm, blew an answering blast, and then began to tip-toe and look warily out, this way and that. He said cautiously- to an imaginary company:
? ? ? ? "Hold, my merry men! Keep hid till I blow."
? ? ? ? Now appeared Joe Harper, as airily clad and elaborately armed as Tom. Tom called:
? ? ? ? "Hold! Who comes here into Sherwood Forest without my pass?"
? ? ? ? "Guy of Guisborne wants no man's pass. Who art thou that- that-"
? ? ? ? -"Dares to hold such language," said Tom, prompting- for they talked "by the book," from memory.
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