Now, however, instead of the great white cloak, he had no clothes on at all, save a short woollen shirt and a pair of leather shoes.

Far down the road a long-legged figure was running, with a bundle under one arm and the other hand to his side, like a man who laughs until he is sore.
"See him!" yelled Peter.

"Look to him! You shall be my witness.

He shall see Winchester jail for this.

See where he goes with my cloak under his arm!" "Who then ?" cried Alleyne.
"Who but that cursed brother John.