Joseph Cundall, Robin Hood and His Merry Foresters
“ A flight of arrows from their bows rattled upon the armour of the soldiers, and more than one stuck into the sheriff’s robe.“‘Away, my men, away!’ cried he, flying to the castle for shelter. ‘’Tis Robin Hood himself;’ and the knowledge that the outlaw would especially choose him for a mark added wings to the speed of the valiant sheriff. His men—nothing loth to follow such an example, vied with each other in the race, so greatly to the amusement of the merry outlaws that they could not for laughter discharge an arrow in pursuit of them. ”
