he fickle gust of wind which seized the
arrow and carried it to one side. But for all that he was the first to
congratulate the victor.

"I hope we may shoot again," quoth he. "In truth I care not for the
golden bauble and wished to win it in despite of the Sheriff for whom I
have no love. Now crown the lady of your choice." And turning suddenly
he was lost in the crowd, before Rob could utter what it was upon his
lips to say, that he would shoot again with him.

And now the herald summoned Rob to the Sheriff's box to receive the
prize.

"You are a curious fellow enough," said the Sheriff, biting his lip
coldly; "yet you shoot well. What name go you by?"

Marian sat near and was listening intently.

"I am called Rob the Stroller, my Lord Sheriff," said the archer.

Marian leaned back and smiled.

"Well, Rob the Stroller, with a little attention to your skin and
clothes you would not be so bad a man," said the Sheriff. "How like you
the idea of entering my service.

"Rob the Stroller has ever been a free man, my Lord, and desires no
service."

The Sheriff's brow darkened, yet for the sake of his daughter and the
golden arrow, he dissembled.

"Rob the Stroller," said he, "here is the golden arrow which has been
offered to the best of archers this day. You are awarded the prize. See
that you bestow it worthily."

At this point the herald nudged Rob and half inclined his head toward
the Sheriff's daughter, who sat with a thin smile upon her lips. But Rob
heeded him not. He took the arrow and strode to the next box where sat
Maid Marian.

"Lady," he said, "pray accept this little pledge from a poor stroller
who would devote the best shafts in his quiver to serve you."

"My thanks to you, Rob in the Hood," replied she with a roguish twinkle
in her eye; and she placed the gleaming arrow in her hair, while the
people shouted, "The Queen! the Queen!"

The Sheriff glowered furiously upon this ragged archer who had refused
his service, taken his prize without a word of thanks, and snubbed his
daughter. He would have spoken, but his proud daughter restrained him.
He called to his guard and bade them watch the beggar. But Rob had
already turned swiftly, lost himself in the throng, and headed straight
for the town gate.

That same evening within a forest glade a group of men--some twoscore
clad in Lincoln green--sat round a fire roasting venison and making
merry. Suddenly a twig crackled and they sprang to their f