To the boys’ relief, in about twenty minutes he was able to sit up, and partake sparingly of their provisions. "I’m afraid I must ask you to let me lodge another night in your mansion," he said. "I don’t think my legs would carry me far to-day." "Why don’t you go to ’The Bull’?" asked Julius. "You’d be much more comfortable in a bed. I know there is lots of room now, for the season is over, and all the visitors have gone." "It was my intention to stay there when I came to Sunbury," was the answer, "but I heard that somebody was now living in the neighbourhood whom I would rather not meet again, and therefore as I did not wish him to recognize me I thought it best to go away. I tried to take a short cut through the wood which I remembered of old, but happening to come across your little hut, it looked so inviting that I just stumbled in and went to sleep. I never woke till you found me this morning." "We must go home to dinner now," remarked Robin, "and Julius won’t be able to come again, as he’s got to go out with his father this afternoon, but I’ll look in later and see if I can bring you some more food." "Keep my secret, then, like good boys," said the stranger. "I won’t harm anybody or anything, and I shall be off to-morrow by the break of day, and not trouble either of you any more." Many a time it was on the tip of Julius’ tongue to let fall some remark about their strange guest, but the fear of losing Robin’s fellowship held him back. It is not nice to be called a "traitor," and the flash in his friend’s eyes when he said the word lingered unpleasantly in Julius’ memory. There was also the ever-haunting terror that his father would discover the deception which he so consistently practised in utter disregard to the parental commands. It was no feeling of honour that checked the sentences as they rose to his lips, but dread of the consequences which might perchance recoil upon himself. "I’m going to read to old Timothy this evening," said Mrs. Power to her little son, "and may be out rather late, as I shall stop at the Vicarage on my way back. You can take your supper when you like, as I shall not be home in time to give it to you." Never before or after was Robin known to have such an abnormal appetite. Fully half the loaf and the whole of the butter vanished as if by magic from the table. He surprised Mother Sheppard also by a polite request for cheese, and to her astonishment the whole piece was finished when she came to clear away after Robin had left the room. "If that boy doesn’t burst with the supper he’s took to-night, my name’s not Jemima Ann," she exclaimed, "and every drop of the milk gone as I heated specially, expecting as there would be a good cupful left for me when he’d done. I’m blessed if the boy don’t seem to have swallowed the jug too. Anyhow it’s disappeared as well as the milk."