"
Robin Hood frowned.
"Who was it?" he cried angrily. "Find out, John, and he shall have
a bowstring about his back. Point out the man who stripped you, my
little lad," he continued, turning to the boy.
"It wasn't a man," said the little fellow, "but a boy who minds
pigs."
"What, a young swineherd!" cried the outlaw, laughing. "Why did
you let him? Why didn't you fight for your clothes like a man?"
"I did," said young Robin stoutly; "but he was so big, he knocked
me down and sat upon me."
"Oh! that makes all the difference. How big was he--big as this
man?"
Young Robin glanced at the giant who had caught him, and shook his
head.
"No," he said; "not half, so big as he is. But he was stronger
than I am."
"So I suppose. Well, bring him along. Little John, and let's see if
the women can find him some clothes and a cap. You would like
something more to wear, wouldn't you?"
"I should like something to eat,"' said the boy sadly. "I have not
had anything since breakfast."
"That's not so very long," said Robin Hood. "We have not had
anything since breakfast."
"But I mean since breakfast yesterday," said young Robin piteously.
Pages:
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31