“Now will I feed” - began the Imp, with the book carefully held behind him, “now will I feed fat mine vengeance - to thy knees for a scurvy rascal!”
“Aye, by St. Benedict!” I nodded, “twere well he should do penance on his marrow-bones from hither to Nottingham Town; but as thou art strong - be merciful, Robin.”
Mr. Selwyn still curled the point of his moustache.
“Are you mad,” he inquired, “or only drunk?”
“As to that, good master Sheriff, it doth concern thee nothing - but mark you! ‘tis an ill thing to venture within the greenwood whiles Robin Hood and Little-John he abroad.”
Mr. Selwyn shrugged his shoulders and turned to the Imp.
“I am on my way to see your Aunt Elizabeth, and shall make it my particular care to inform her of your conduct, and to see that you are properly punished. As for you, sir,” he continued, addressing me, “I shall inform the police that there is a madman at large.”
At this double-barrelled threat the Imp was plainly much dismayed, and coming up beside me, slipped his hand into mine, and I promptly pocketed it.
“Sweet master Sheriff,” I said, sweeping off my cap in true outlaw fashion, “the way is long and something lonely; methinks - we will therefore e’en accompany you, and may perchance lighten the tedium with quip and quirk and a merry stave or so.”
Seeing the angry rejoinder upon Mr. Selwyn’s lips, I burst forth incontinent into the following ditty, the words extemporised to the tune of “Bonnie Dundee”:
There lived a sheriff in Nottinghamshire, With a hey derry down and a down; He was fond of good beef, but was fonder of beer, With a hey derry down and a down
By the time we reached the Shrubbery gate the imp was in an ecstasy and Mr. Selwyn once more reduced to speechless indignation and astonishment. Here our ways diverged, Mr. Selwyn turning toward the house, while the Imp and I made our way to the orchard at the rear.
“Uncle Dick,” he said, halting suddenly, “do you think he will tell - really?”
“My dear Imp,” I answered, “a man who wears points on his moustache is capable of anything.”
“Then I shall be sent to bed for it, I know I shall!”
“To run into a thread tied across the path must have been very annoying,” I said, shaking my head thoughtfully, “especially with a brand-new hat!”
“They were only ‘ambushes,’ you know, Uncle Dick.”
“To be sure,” I nodded. “Now, observe, my Imp, here is a shilling; go and buy that spring-pistol you were speaking of, and take your time about it; I’ll see what can be done in the meanwhile.”
The Imp was reduced to incoherent thanks.
“That’s all right.” I said, “but you’d better hurry off.”
He obeyed with alacrity, disappearing in the direction of the village, while I went on toward the orchard to find Lisbeth. And presently, sure enough, I did find her - that is to say, part of her, for the foliage of that particular tree happened to be very thick and I could see nothing of her but a foot.
A positively delicious foot it was, too, small and shapely, that swung audaciously to and fro; a foot in a ridiculously out-of-place little patent-leather shoe, with a sheen of slender silken ankle above.
I approached softly, with the soul of me in my eyes, so to speak, yet, despite my caution, she seemed to become aware of my presence in some way - the foot faltered in its swing and vanished as the leaves were parted and Lisbeth looked down at me.
“Oh, it’s you?” she said, and I fancied she seemed quite pleased. “You’ll find a step-ladder somewhere about - it can’t be very far.”
“Thanks,” I answered, “but I don’t want one.”
“No; but I do; I want to get down. That little wretched Imp hid the ladder, and I’ve been here all the afternoon,” she wailed.
“But then you refused to be an elephant, you know,” I reminded her.
“He shall go to bed for it - directly after tea!” she said.
“Lisbeth,” I returned, “I firmly believe your nature to be altogether too sweet and forgiving - “
“I want to come down !”
“Certainly,” I said; “put your left foot in my right hand, take firm hold of the branch above and let yourself sink gently into my arms.”
“Oh!” she exclaimed suddenly, “here’s Mr. Selwyn coming,” and following her glance, I saw a distant Panama approaching.
“Lisbeth,” said I, “are you anxious to see him?”
“In this ridiculous situation - of course not!”
“Very well then, hide - just sit there and leave matters to me and - “
“Hush,” she whispered, and at that moment Selwyn emerged into full view. Catching sight of me he stopped in evident surprise.
“I was told I should find Miss Elizabeth here,” he said stiffly.
“It would almost appear that you had been misinformed,” I answered. For a moment he seemed undecided
