He could lick any man in England, with one hand tied behind him; and he could take his yew bow and plug a ten-cent piece every time, a mile and a half." "What's a YEW bow ?" "I don't know.

It's some kind of a bow, of course.

And if he hit that dime only on the edge he would set down and cry--and curse.

But we'll play Robin Hood--it's nobby fun.

I'll learn you." "I'm agreed." So they played Robin Hood all the afternoon, now and then casting a yearning eye down upon the haunted house and passing a remark about the morrow's prospects and possibilities there.