Young Robin Hood
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Title: Young Robin Hood
Author: G. Manville Fenn
Release Date: February 15, 2004 [EBook #11097]
Language: English
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*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK YOUNG
ROBIN HOOD ***
Produced by Prepared by Al Haines
YOUNG ROBIN HOOD
BY
G. MANVILLE FENN
Author of "The Little Skipper," "Our Soldier Boy," etc.
WITH TWENTY-THREE ILLUSTRATIONS
Sit still, will you? I never saw such a boy: wriggling about like a young
eel."
"I can't help it, David," said the little fellow so roughly spoken to by a
sour-looking serving man; "the horse does jog so, and it's so slippery. If
I didn't keep moving I should go off."
"You'll soon go off if you don't keep a little quieter," growled the man
angrily, "for I'll pitch you among the bushes."
"No, you won't," said the boy laughing. "You daren't do so."
"What! I'll let you see, young master. I want to know why they couldn't
let you have a donkey or a mule, instead of hanging you on behind me."
"Aunt said I should be safer behind you," said the boy; "but I'm not. It's
so hard to hold on by your belt, because you're so----"
"Look here. Master Robin, I get enough o' that from the men. If you say
I'm so fat, I'll pitch you into the first patch o' brambles we come to."
"But you are fat," said the boy; "and you dare not. If you did my father
would punish you."
"He wouldn't know."
"Oh! yes he would, David," said the little fellow, confidently; "the
other men would tell him."
"They wouldn't know," said the man with a chuckle. "I say, aren't you
afraid?"
"No," said the boy. "What of, tumbling off? I could jump."
"'Fraid of going through this great dark forest?"
"No. What is there to be afraid of?"
"Robbers and thieves, and all sorts of horrid things. Why, we might
meet Robin Hood and his men."
"I should like that," said the boy.
"What?" cried the serving man, and he looked round at the great oak
and beech trees through which the faintly marked road lay, and then
forward and backward at the dozen mules, laden with packs of cloth,
every two of which were led by an armed man. "You'd like that?"
"Yes," said the boy. "I want to see him."
"Here's a pretty sort of a boy," said the man. "Why, he'd eat you like a
radish."
"No, he wouldn't," said the boy, "because I'm not a bit like a radish; and
I say, David, do turn your belt round."
"Turn my belt round?" said the man, in astonishment. "What for?"
"So as to put the sword the other side. It does keep on banging my legs
so. They're quite bruised."
"It's me that'll be bruised, with you punching and sticking your fisties
into my belt. Put your legs on the other side. I can't move my sword. I
might want it to fight, you know."
"Who with?" asked the boy.
"Robbers after the bales o' cloth. I shall be precious glad to get 'em safe
to the town, and be back home again with whole bones. Sit still, will
you! Wriggling again! How am I to get you safe home to your father if
you keep sidling off like that? Want me to hand you over to one of the
men?"
"Yes, please," said the boy, dolefully.
"What? Don't want to ride on one of the mules, do you?"
"Yes, I do," said the boy. "I should be more comfortable sitting on one
of the packs. I'm sure aunt would have said I was to sit there, if she had
known."
"Look here, young squire," said the man, sourly; "you've too much
tongue, and you know too much what aren't good for you. Your aunt,
my old missus, says to me:
"'David,' she says, 'you are to take young Master Robin behind you on
the horse, where he can hold on by your belt, and you'll never lose sight
of him till you give him into his father the Sheriff's hands, along with
the bales of cloth; and you can tell the Sheriff he has been a very good
boy during his visit'; and now I can't."
"Why can't you?" said the boy, sharply.
"'Cause you're doing nothing but squirming and working about behind
my saddle. I shall never get you to the town, if you go
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