Young Robin Hood | Page 2

on like this."
The boy puckered up his forehead, and was silent as he wondered
whether he could manage to sit still for the two hours which were yet to
elapse before they stopped for the night at a village on the outskirts of
Sherwood Forest, ready to go on again the next morning.
"I liked stopping with aunt at Ellton," said the little fellow to himself,
sadly, "and I should like to go again; but I should like to be fetched
home next time, for old David is so cross every time I move, and----"
"Look here, young fellow," growled the man, half turning in his saddle;
"if you don't sit still I'll get one of the pack ropes and tie you on, like a
sack. I never see such a fidgety young elver in my----Oh, look at that!"
The man gave a tug at his horse's rein; but it was not needed, for the
stout cob had cocked its ears forward and stopped short, just as the
mules in front whisked themselves round, and the men who drove them
began to huddle together in a group.

For all at once the way was barred by about a dozen men in rough
weather-stained green jerkins, each with a long bow and a sheaf of
arrows at his back, and a long quarter-staff in his hand.
David, confidential servant and head man to Aunt Hester, of the cloth
works at Ellton, looked sharply round at the half-dozen heavily-laden
mules behind him; and beyond them he saw another dozen or so of men,
and more were coming from among the trees to right and left.
"Hoi! all of you," cried David to his men. "Swords out! We must fight
for the mistress's cloth."
As he spoke, he seized the hilt of his sword and began to tug at it; but it
would not leave its sheath, and all the while he was kicking at his
horse's ribs with his heels, with the result that the stout cob gave a kick
and a plunge, lowered its head, and dashed off at a gallop, with David
holding on to the pommel.
Two of the men made a snatch at the reins, but they were too late, and
turned to the mule-drivers, who were following their leader's example
and trying to escape amongst the trees, leaving the mules huddled
together, squealing and kicking in their fright.
Young Robin just saw two packages roll to the ground as the cob
dashed off; then he was holding on with all his might to old David's
belt as the cob galloped away with half-a-dozen of the robbers trying to
cut it off.
[Illustration: The stout cob dashed of at a gallop, with David holding on
to the pommel.]
Then the little fellow felt that he was being jerked and knocked and
bruised, as the horse tore along with David, head and neck stretched out.
There was a rush under some low boughs, and another rush over a
patch of brambles and tall bracken; then the cob made a bold dash at a
dense mass of low growth, when there was a violent jerk as he made a
bound, followed by a feeling as if the boy's arms were being torn out at
the shoulders, a rush through the air, a heavy blow, and a sensation of
tearing, and all was, giddiness and pain.

CHAPTER II
It is not nice to be pitched by a man off a horse's back on to the top of
your head.

That is what young Robin thought as he sat up and rubbed the place,
looking very rueful and sad.
But he did not seem to be entirely alone there in the dense forest, for
there was another young robin, with large eyes and a speckled jacket,
sitting upon a twig and watching him intently. Robin could think of
nothing but himself, his aching head, and his scratches, some of which
were bleeding.
Then he listened, and fancied that he heard shouting, with the trampling
of mules and the breaking of twigs.
But he was giddy and puzzled, and after struggling through some
undergrowth he sat down upon what looked like a green velvet cushion;
but it was only the moss-covered root of a great beech tree, which
covered him like a roof and made all soft and shady.
And now it was perfectly quiet, and it seemed restful after being shaken
and jerked about on the horse's back. Robin was tired too, and the dull,
half-stupefied state of his brain stopped him from being startled by his
strange position. His head ached though, and it seemed nice to rest it,
and he stretched himself out on the moss and looked up through the
leaves of the great tree, where he could see