Young Robin Hood

Produced by Prepared by Al Haines
Author of The Little Skipper, Our Soldier Boy, etc.
Sit still, will you? I never saw such a boy: wriggling about like a young eel.
I can't help it, David, said the little fellow so roughly spoken to by a sour-looking serving man; the horse does jog so, and it's so slippery. If I didn't keep moving I should go off.
You'll soon go off if you don't keep a little quieter, growled the man angrily, for I'll pitch you among the bushes.
No, you won't, said the boy laughing. You daren't do so.
What! I'll let you see, young master. I want to know why they couldn't let you have a donkey or a mule, instead of hanging you on behind me.
Aunt said I should be safer behind you, said the boy; but I'm not. It's so hard to hold on by your belt, because you're so——
Look here. Master Robin, I get enough o' that from the men. If you say I'm so fat, I'll pitch you into the first patch o' brambles we come to.
But you are fat, said the boy; and you dare not. If you did my father would punish you.
He wouldn't know.
Oh! yes he would, David, said the little fellow, confidently; the other men would tell him.