LITTLE JOHN’S FIRST ADVENTURE
Robin Hood, however, had no liking for a company of idle men about him, and he at once sent off Little John and Will Scarlett to the great road known as Watling Street, with orders to hide among the trees and wait till some adventure might come to them; and if they took captive Earl or Baron, Abbot or Knight, he was to be brought unharmed back to Robin Hood.
But all along Watling Street the road was bare; white and hard it lay in the sun, without the tiniest cloud of dust to show that a rich company might be coming: east and west the land lay still.
At length, just where a side path turned into the broad highway, there rode a Knight, and a sorrier man than he never sat a horse on summer day. One foot only was in the stirrup, the other hung carelessly by his side; his head was bowed, the reins dropped loose, and his horse went on as he would. At so sad a sight the hearts of the outlaws were filled with pity, and Little John fell on his knees and bade the Knight welcome in the name of his master.
‘Who is your master?’ asked the Knight.
‘Robin Hood,’ answered Little John.
‘I have heard much good of him,’ replied the Knight, ‘and will go with you gladly.’
Then they all set off together, tears running down the Knight’s cheeks as he rode, but he said nothing, neither was anything said to him. And in this wise they came to Robin Hood.
‘Welcome, Sir Knight,’ cried he, ‘and thrice welcome,
