Then neither spoke more, but fell sternly to work--lunge and thrust and ward and parry--for two full hours the weapons smote together sullenly, and neither Robin Hood nor Sir Guy would yield an inch.
Neither had yet touched the other, until Robin, in an unlucky moment, stumbled over the projecting root of a tree; when Sir Guy, instead of giving him the chance to recover himself, as any courteous knight would have done, struck quickly at the falling man and wounded him in the left side.
One swift lunge, and Sir Guy of Gisborne staggered backward with a deep groan, Robin's sword through his throat.
He placed his own cloak upon Sir Guy, and marked his face so none might tell who had been slain.
Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne had a fight; and he that wears Robin's cloak lies under the covert yonder.
Give Sir Guy of Gisborne your horse; while others of you bury that dog of an outlaw where he lies.
the scabbard, and, coming to where Guy of Gisbourne lay, he stood over him with folded arms, talking to himself the while.
As he strode along the country roads, men, women, and children hid away from him, for the terror of Guy of Gisbourne's name and of his doings had spread far and near.
Here was a great bustle and stir on this bright morning, for the Sheriff and a score of his men had come to stop there and await Guy of Gisbourne's return from the forest.
Now," he muttered to himself, "I would not for a thousand pounds have this fellow slip through my fingers; yet, should his master escape that foul Guy of Gisbourne, there is no knowing what he may do, for he is the cunningest knave in all the world--this same Robin Hood.
Your Worship," cried he, "is not yon fellow coming along toward us that same Guy of Gisbourne whom thou didst send into the forest to seek Robin Hood?
cried the Sheriff, when Robin Hood, in Guy of Gisbourne's clothes, had come nigh to them.