The Black Arrow

"I say no harm of you, Master Richard," returned the peasant. "Y' are a lad; but when ye come to a man's inches, ye will find ye have an empty pocket. I say no more: the saints help Sir Daniel's neighbours, and the Blessed Maid protect his wards!" "Clipsby," said Richard, "you speak what I cannot hear with honour. Sir Daniel is my good master, and my guardian." "Come, now, will ye read me a riddle?" returned Clipsby.