ld be
called upon to fulfil it. Still, a promise is a promise: so I sighed,
and picking up the joint of my fishing rod, clambered up the bank.
Glancing in the direction of the cries, I beheld Robin Hood struggling
in the foe's indignant grasp.

Now, there were but two methods of procedure open to me as I could
see--the serious or the frankly grotesque. Naturally I chose the
latter, and quarter-staff on shoulder, I swaggered down the path with
an air that Little-John himself might well have envied.

"Beshrew me!" I cried, confronting the amazed Mr. Selwyn, "who dares
lay hands on bold Robin Hood?--away, base rogue, hie thee hence or I am
like to fetch thee a dour ding on that pate o' thine!"

Mr. Selwyn loosed the Imp and stared at me in speechless astonishment,
as well he might.

"Look ye, master," I continued, entering into the spirit of the thing,
"no man lays hand on Robin Hood whiles Little-John can twirl a staff or
draw a bow-string--no, by St. Cuthbert!"

The Imp, retired to a safe distance, stood hearkening in a transport
till, bethinking him of his part, he fished out the tattered book and
began surreptitiously turning over the pages; as for Mr. Selwyn, he
only fumbled at his moustache and stared.

"Aye, but I know thee," I went on again, "by thy sly and crafty look,
by thy scallopped cape and chain of office, I know thee for that same
Sheriff of Nottingham that hath sworn to our undoing. Go to! didst'
think to take Robin--in the greenwood? Out upon thee! Thy years should
have taught thee better wisdom. Out upon thee!"

"Now will I feed"--began the Imp, with the book carefully held behind
him, "now will I feed fat mine vengeance--to thy knees for a scurvy
rascal!"

"Aye, by St. Benedict!" I nodded, "twere well he should do penance on
his marrow-bones from hither to Nottingham Town; but as thou art
strong--be merciful, Robin."

Mr. Selwyn still curled the point of his moustache.

"Are you mad," he inquired, "or only drunk?"

"As to that, good master Sheriff, it doth concern thee nothing--but
mark you! 'tis an ill thing to venture within the greenwood whiles
Robin Hood and Little-John he abroad."

Mr. Selwyn shrugged his shoulders and turned to the Imp.

"I am on my way to see your Aunt Elizabeth, and shall make it my
particular care to inform her of your conduct, and to see that you are
properly punished. As for you, sir," he continued, addressing me, "I
shall inform the police that there is