One glance at the leader and Rob knew at once that he had found an enemy.
Rob flushed, for he was mightily proud of his shooting.
Rob turned upon his assailant, now twoscore yards away.
Toward the close of the same day, Rob paused hungry and weary at the cottage of a poor widow who dwelt upon the outskirts of the forest.
So Rob stayed willingly to see the widow's sons that night, for they were men after his own heart.
So Rob fell to planning how he could disguise himself to go to Nottingham town; for he knew that the Foresters had even then set a price on his head in the market-place.
If Rob had been grimly resolved to win the arrow before, the sight of her sweet face multiplied his determination an hundredfold.
Rob looked to his string, while the crowd smiled and whispered at the odd figure he cut, with his vari-colored legs and little cape.
Rob shot sixth in the line and landed fairly, being rewarded by an approving grunt from the man with the green blinder, who shot seventh, and with apparent carelessness, yet true to the bull's-eye.
Rob fitted his arrow quietly and with some confidence sped it unerringly toward the shining circle.
Nay," said Rob, "but you are a good fellow by this token, and if I win not, I hope you may keep the prize from yon strutters.
A loud uproar broke forth when it alighted, just without the center and grazing the shaft sent by Rob.
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.
I am called Rob the Stroller, my Lord Sheriff," said the archer.