"Marry, it shall be done." And he set about giving orders, while Guy of Gisborne sallied forth disguised.
"By my troth, that is Sir Guy of Gisborne's horn," quoth the Sheriff; "and he bade me not to delay answering its summons.
"He is a highway robber," said Sir Guy, evading the question.
"Have done with your sophistry," said Sir Guy impatiently.
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.
At these words Guy of Gisbourne looked upon Robin with wondering eyes, and then gave another roar of laughter till the woods rang.
At these words Guy of Gisbourne looked upon Robin with knit brows, but, as the yeoman still looked innocent of any ill meaning, he bottled his words and strung his bow in silence.
At these words Guy of Gisbourne glared savagely upon Robin.
For a time Guy of Gisbourne stared upon Robin as though bereft of wits; but his wonder quickly passed to a wild rage.
At last Guy of Gisbourne made a fierce and deadly thrust at Robin Hood, from which he leaped back lightly, but in so leaping he caught his heel in a root and fell heavily upon his back.