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           AllthatlivelongdaythebloodranfromRobinHood’sarm,norcouldhecheckit,thoughhestroveineverywaytodoso.Againandagainhecalledforhelp,butnohelpcame,forhiscousinhadbetrayedhim,andLittleJohnwastoofarawaytohearhisvoice.Sohebledandbleduntilhefelthisstrengthslippingawayfromhim.Thenhearose,tottering,andbearinghimselfupbythepalmsofhishandsagainstthewall,hereachedhisbuglehornatlast.Thricehesoundedit,butweaklyandfaintly,forhisbreathwasflutteringthroughsicknessandlossofstrength;nevertheless,LittleJohnhearditwherehelayintheglade,and,withaheartallsickwithdread,hecamerunningandleapingtowardthenunnery.Loudlyheknockedatthedoor,andinaloudvoiceshoutedforthemtolethimin,butthedoorwasofmassiveoak,stronglybarred,andstuddedwithspikes,sotheyfeltsafe,andbadeLittleJohnbegone.

           ThenLittleJohn’sheartwasmadwithgriefandfearforhismaster’slife.Wildlyhelookedabouthim,andhissightfelluponaheavystonemortar,suchasthreemencouldnotliftnowadays.LittleJohntookthreestepsforward,and,bendinghisback,heavedthestonemortarupfromwhereitstooddeeplyrooted.Staggeringunderitsweight,hecameforwardandhurleditcrashingagainstthedoor.Inburstthedoor,andawayfledthefrightenednuns,shrieking,athiscoming.ThenLittleJohnstrodein,andneverawordsaidhe,butupthewindingstonestepsherantillhereachedtheroomwhereinhismasterwas.