"See, good Master Sheriff," quoth Little John, "yonder is the hart of which I spake to thee." At this the Sheriff turned to Little John and said bitterly, "Long ago I thought I remembered thy face, but now I know thee.

Woe betide thee, Little John, for thou hast betrayed me this day." In the meantime Robin Hood had come to them.

"Now welcome, Master Sheriff," said he.

"Hast thou come today to take another feast with me ?" "Nay, Heaven forbid!" said the Sheriff in tones of deep earnest.

"I care for no feast and have no hunger today." "Nevertheless," quoth Robin, "if thou hast no hunger, maybe thou hast thirst, and well I know thou wilt take a cup of sack with me.