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           "Ne’ertheless,Ifeartheenot,andwilllettheehavethywish,providingthouwiltalsoletmeblowthriceuponthislittlewhistle."

           "Withallmyheart,"quothRobin,"so,heregoesforone."Sosaying,heraisedhissilverhorntohislipsandblewthriceuponit,clearandhigh.

           Meantime,theFriarstoodwatchingkeenlyforwhatmightcometopass,holdinginhisfingersthewhileaprettysilverwhistle,suchasknightsuseforcallingtheirhawksbacktotheirwrists,whichwhistlealwayshungathisgirdlealongwithhisrosary.

           ScarcelyhadtheechoofthelastnoteofRobin’sbuglecomewindingbackfromacrosstheriver,whenfourtallmeninLincolngreencamerunningaroundthebendoftheroad,eachwithabowinhishandandanarrowreadynockeduponthestring.

           "Ha!Isitthus,thoutraitorknave!"criedtheFriar."Then,marry,looktothyself!"Sosaying,hestraightwayclappedthehawk’swhistletohislipsandblewablastthatwasbothloudandshrill.Andnowtherecameacracklingofthebushesthatlinedtheothersideoftheroad,andpresentlyforthfromthecovertburstfourgreat,shaggyhounds."At’em,SweetLips!At’em,BellThroat!At’em,Beauty!At’em,Fangs!"criedtheFriar,pointingatRobin.

           Andnowitwaswellforthatyeomanthatatreestoodnighhimbesidetheroad,elsehadhehadanillchanceofit.