"But I do," groaned Careless.
"Help me to climb the tree," cried Charles.
The king, who was remarkably active, scarcely needed the assistance he demanded, and, with very slight aid from William Penderel, was quickly among the branches.
"Your majesty is as nimble as a squirrel," cried the forester, in admiration.
"Are you coming to me, Careless?" said the king, looking down.
"Most certainly, sire," replied the major.
And in another instant he was by the king's side.
"Do not tarry here longer, my good friends," cried Charles to the brothers. "I feel quite safe, now I am in this oak. Return to me when you can do so without risk."
In obedience to his commands, the three brothers departed—William Penderel returning to the house, while Trusty Dick and John posted themselves in different parts of the wood, but at no great distance from the oak in which the king was hidden.