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           "DidnottheholySaintChristopherevercarrythestrangeracrosstheriver?AndshouldI,poorsinnerthatIam,beashamedtodolikewise?Comewithme,stranger,andIwilldothybiddinginanhumbleframeofmind."Sosaying,heclamberedupthebank,closelyfollowedbyRobin,andledthewaytotheshallowpebblyford,chucklingtohimselfthewhileasthoughhewereenjoyingsomegoodlyjestwithinhimself.

           Havingcometotheford,hegirdeduphisrobesabouthisloins,tuckedhisgoodbroadswordbeneathhisarm,andstoopedhisbacktotakeRobinuponit.Suddenlyhestraightenedup."Methinks,"quothhe,"thou’ltgetthyweaponwet.Letmetuckitbeneathminearmalongwithmineown."

           "Nay,goodfather,"saidRobin,"Iwouldnotburdentheewithaughtofminebutmyself."

           "Dostthouthink,"saidtheFriarmildly,"thatthegoodSaintChristopherwouldha’soughthisowneaseso?Nay,givemethytoolasIbidthee,forIwouldcarryitasapenancetomypride."

           Uponthis,withoutmoreado,RobinHoodunbuckledhisswordfromhissideandhandedittotheother,whothrustitwithhisownbeneathhisarm.ThenoncemoretheFriarbenthisback,and,Robinhavingmounteduponit,hesteppedsturdilyintothewaterandsostrodeonward,splashingintheshoal,andbreakingallthesmoothsurfaceintoever-wideningrings.AtlasthereachedtheothersideandRobinleapedlightlyfromhisback.

           "Manythanks,goodfather,"quothhe.