"Oh, don't yer? Then I do. You're agoing afore I makes yer, and
when they've give yer a lot, you're going to eat part and bring
some to me so's I can help eat the rest. You bring a lot, mind,
'cause I can eat ever so much. Now then, go on."

"I can't--I don't want to," cried Robin. "You go first."

"What, and master come, p'raps, and find me gone! Likely! he'd
give me the strap again. There, get on."

Robin winced, for the young ruffian picked up his stick and poked
him as he would one of his pigs. But the little fellow could not
help himself, and he went on in the required direction among the
trees, the forest growing darker and darker, till suddenly voices
were heard, and the boy stopped,

"You go straight along there," he said, "and I'll wait."

"No, you go," said Robin. "You know them."

"Oh! yes, and them want some more pigs! Want me to be leathered
again?"

Robin said "No," but he felt all the time that he should like to
see the young tyrant flogged and forced to return the folded up
doublet; and he thought sadly of his spoiled and lost cap.