Paul's resolution was quickly taken.

He threw off the encumbering mantle and cap, and cried aloud: "Gaffer Hood, Gaffer Hood, come and help me! These men have carried me off, and are taking me I know not whither.

Come and help me to get free, and my father will richly reward you.

They think I am the Prince of Wales, who was playing with me but this afternoon.

Tell them who I really am, and they will let me go." "By the mass, if that be not the voice of little Paul Stukely!" exclaimed the honest farmer in great amazement, as he brought his stout nag alongside the animal that carried the child.