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Fred Forrester whistled as he slowly climbed the hill, which was shaped like a level surfaced mound, and stood right up above the ordinary undulations of the moor, and Scarlett Markham whistled as he slowly climbed the other side, while high overhead, to turn the duet into a trio, there was another whistler in the shape of a speckled lark, soaring round and round as if he were describing the figure of a gigantic corkscrew, whose point was intended to pierce the clouds.
"'Tarn't no good, Master Fred," said Samson, chuckling. "You might just as well go to a rabbit's hole, and shout down that, `Hoi! bunny, bunny, come out and have your neck broken." "Don't talk so," said Fred, angrily. "No, sir, not a word; but you forget that we're enemies now, and that it's of no use to call to Master Scarlett or our Nat to come, because they won't do it.
As he spoke he left the tent, and Scarlett winced, and his eyes softened. "Poor old Fred!" he said below his breath; "and I used to think he was like a brother."
Now Robin Hood had no liking for a company of idle men about him, and sent off Little John and Will Scarlett to the great road known as Watling Street, with orders to hide among the trees and wait till some adventure might come to them; and if they took captive earl or baron, abbot or knight, he was to be brought unharmed back to Robin Hood.
Who put that in, do you suppose? Not my father! you may be sure of that. And one of them does die, and Scarlett Trent is left to take everything. Do you think that reasonable? I don't. Now, you say, after all this time he is fired with a sudden desire to behave handsomely to the daughter of his dead partner. Fiddlesticks!
Scarlett comes first, eh?" "I am afraid he does." "Well," said the Bishop, with a sigh, "if you are so ungrateful as to marry to please yourself, instead of to please me, there is nothing more to be said. I will have a look at your Mr. Scarlett when he comes to tea. I suppose he will come to tea. I notice the most farouche men do when they are engaged. It is the first step in the turning process.
Trent had come straight from Ascot, straight indeed from his interview with Francis, and was still wearing his racing-glasses. "I wish to see Mr. Da Souza," Trent said. "Is he in?" "I believe so, sir," the boy answered. "What name?" "Trent! Mr. Scarlett Trent!" The door of an inner office opened, and Da Souza, sleek and curled, presented himself.
Before Fred could offer further remonstrance, Scarlett had run into the nearest patch of woodland and disappeared. "I don't like letting him go," muttered Fred, as he gazed at the spot where his companion had disappeared. "It seems as if I were a coward. Perhaps I am, for it does seem shivery work to do.
"Come along, then," cried Scarlett, excitedly. "Only let's keep together." "Of course. Shall I go first?" "No, I'll go," said Scarlett, after a momentary hesitation. He snatched the candle from his friend's hand, and took a step forward on to the little square landing. "Mind the door doesn't blow to. Push it wide open."
You are too hot-headed, Master Scarlett. You will be better soon." Scarlett was gazing fiercely and defiantly in his old companion's face, hot, angry, and flushed, as he felt himself seized by the collar.
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