"To be sure you did. What do you mean."
"I mean," said the boy, looking wistfully from one to the other,
"that I feel as if I ought to go home, but I think I should like to
stay."
"Hurrah!" cried Little John, taking off and waving his hat. "Hear
that, captain? You've got another to add to your merry men. Young
Robin and I make a capital pair. Come along, youngster, and let's
practise shooting at the mark, and then we'll make enough arrows to
fill your quiver."
Five minutes later young Robin was standing as he had been placed
by his big companion, who sat down and watched him while he
sturdily drew the notch of his arrow right to his ear, and then
loosed the whizzing shaft to go flying away through the woodland
shade, while Little John shouted as gleefully as some big boy.
"Hurrah! Well done, little one! There it is, sticking in yonder
tree."
CHAPTER V
"As far as you like, Robin," said the outlaw, "only you must be
wise. Don't go far enough to lose your way. Learn the forest by
degrees. Some day you will not be able to lose yourself."
"But suppose I did lose myself," said the boy; "what then?"
"I should have to tell Little John to bring all my merry men to
look for you, and Maid Marian here would sit at home and cry till
you were found.
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