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Little John, who did not wish to confess that he was one of Robin Hood's men and an outlaw, said his name was Reynold Greenleaf, and that he was in the service of a Knight, whose leave he must get before he became the servant of any man.
Property and life therefore are jealously guarded in the City of the Golden Gate, and bad characters who go thither to prey on the public soon get their deserts. In this respect then San Francisco is a desirable place in which to live. One evening in company with a party of friends, Rev. Dr. Ashton of Clean, N.Y., Rev. Dr. Reynold Marvin Kirby of Potsdam, N.Y., Rev.
When Little John came to the Sheriff he doffed his cap and bent his knee. "God save thee, good master," quoth he. "Why, Reynold Greenleaf!" cried the Sheriff, "whence comest thou and where hast thou been?" "I have been in the forest," answered Little John, speaking amazedly, "and there I saw a sight such as ne'er before man's eyes beheld!
"Welcome to the greenwood!" said one of the leaders, bending the knee with mock reverence before the Sheriff. The Sheriff glared. It was Little John. "Woe the worth, Reynold Greenleaf," he said, "you have betrayed me!" "I make my vow," said Little John, "that you are to blame, master. I was misserved of my dinner, when I was at your house.
Then the Cook walked straightway to the broken pantry door, through which he saw Little John tucking a napkin beneath his chin and preparing to make himself merry. "Why, how now, Reynold Greenleaf?" said the Cook, "thou art no better than a thief, I wot. Come thou straight forth, man, or I will carve thee as I would carve a sucking pig."
She may be dead. Then it needn't go against your conscience to let things stay as they are. The Reynold Dorans have heaps of money." "That isn't the question exactly," said Max. "Whatever happens, I haven't the right but never mind.... I don't want to trouble you, God knows. I can see partly how you must have felt about the baby, and about fath I mean, about the whole thing.
A body of archers stood off at a prudent distance and covered Little John with their arrows. "Now yield you!" panted the Sheriff. "Yield you, Little John, or Reynold Greenleaf, or whatever else name you carry this day! Yield you, or some few of these shafts will reach your heart!" "Marry, my heart has been touched by your words ere now," said Little John; "and I yield me."
Good Cook, I love thee well, and thou shalt have a good pottle of our master's best wine every day, for thou art an old and faithful servant. Also, good Cook, I have ten shillings that I mean to give as a gift to thee. But hatest thou not to see a vile upstart like this Reynold Greenleaf taking it upon him so bravely?"
So take them for yourselves, to feast withal." At this the crowd shouted more merrily than ever, and threw their caps high into the air. And none so popular a man had come to Nottingham town in many a long day as this same Reynold Greenleaf. Now you may have guessed, by this time, who Reynold Greenleaf really was; so I shall tell you that he was none other than Little John.
"Now, Reynold Greenleaf," quoth the Sheriff, "thou art the fairest hand at the longbow that mine eyes ever beheld, next to that false knave, Robin Hood, from whose wiles Heaven forfend me! Wilt thou join my service, good fellow?
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