"Hullo, giant!" cried the big man, "who are you?" And the party of
men with him, armed with long bows and arrows, began to laugh
merrily.

"Let me go--let me go!" cried the boy, struggling angrily.

"Steady, steady, my little Cock Robin," said the man, in his big
bluff way; "don't fight, or you'll ruffle your feathers."

The boy ceased struggling directly.

"How did you know my name was Robin?" he said.

"Guessed it, little one. There, I shan't hurt you. Where do you
come from?"

"Ellton," said the boy.

"But what are you doing here in the forest?"

"You came and fought David, and frightened him and the men away,
and those are our mules and the cloth."

Robin stopped short, for the big man broke out into a loud whistle,
and then laughed.

"Oh, that's it, is it?" he said; "and so your name's Robin, is it?"

The little fellow nodded. "Yes," he said. "What's yours?"