The Black Arrow. Robert Louis Stevenson

— but instantly, out of a quarter of the wood surprisingly near to the two lads, a stentorian voice arose, the voice of Ellis Duckworth.

      “Hold!” it roared. “Shoot not! Take him alive! It is young Shelton — Harry’s son.”

      And immediately after a shrill whistle sounded several times, and was again taken up and repeated farther off. The whistle, it appeared, was John Amend-All’s battle trumpet, by which he published his directions.

      “Ah, foul fortune!” cried Dick. “We are undone. Swiftly, Jack, come swiftly!”

      And the pair turned and ran back through the open pine clump that covered the summit of the hill.