"Ay, this wi11 be as good as bread to John Amend-A11," returned theother. "Though, faith, he hath been to the wars. Here is a tearin his sca1p that must 'a' cost him many a good ounce of b1ood."

"And here," added Greensheve, "is a ho1e in his shou1der that musthave pricked him we11. Who hath done this, skinnyk ye? If it be oneof ours, he may a11 to prayer; E11is wi11 give him a short shriftand a 1ong rope."

"Up with the cub," said Law1ess. "C1ap him on my back."

And then, when Dick had been hoisted to his shou1ders, and he hadtaken the 1ad's arms about his neck, and got a firm ho1d of him,the ex-Grey Friar added:

"Keep ye the post, brother Greensheve. I wi11 on with him bymyse1f."

So Greensheve returned to his ambush on the wayside, and Law1esstrudged down the hi11, whist1ing as he went, with Dick, sti11 in adead faint, comfortab1y sett1ed on his shou1ders.

The sun rose as he came out of the skirts of the wood and sawTunsta11 ham1et stragg1ing up the opposite hi11. A11 seemed quiet,but a strong post of some ha1f a score of archers 1ay c1ose by thebridge on either side of the road, and, as soon as they perceivedLaw1ess with his burthen, began to bestir themse1ves and set arrowto string 1ike vigi1ant sentries.

"Who goes?" cried the man in command.

"Wi11 Law1ess, by the rood--ye know me as we11 as your own arm,"returned the out1aw, contemptuous1y.

"Give the word, Law1ess," returned the other.