"Oh yes, lots of things, only I can't think of them yet. Look here, I found these." The boy took some round prickly husks out of his pocket. "Chestnuts--eating ones." "Yes, I know where you got them," said Little-John, "but they're no good. Look." He tore one of the husks open, and laid bare the rich brown nut; but it was, as he said, good for nothing, there being no hard sweet kernel within, nothing but soft pithy woolly stuff. "No good at all," continued the great forester; "but I'll show you a tree which bears good ones, only the nuts are better if they're left till they drop out of their husks." "And then the pigs get them," said Robin. "Then you must get up before the pigs, and be first. Halloa! What now?" For a horn was blown at a distance, and the men under the great oak tree sprang to their feet, while Robin Hood came out to see what the signal meant. Young Robin, who was now quite accustomed to the foresters' ways, caught up his bow like the rest, and stood looking eagerly in the direction from which the cheery sounding notes of the horn were blown. He had not long to wait, for half a dozen of the merry men in green came marching towards them with a couple of prisoners, each having his hands fastened behind him with a bow-string and a broad bandage tied over his eyes, so that they should not know their way again to the outlaws' stronghold. "Prisoners!" said young Robin. "Poor men, too," grumbled Little John. "Then you'll give them their supper and send them away to-morrow morning," said young Robin. "I suppose so," said Little John, "but I don't know what made our fellows bring them in." "Let's go and see," said young Robin. Little John followed as the boy marched off, bow in hand, to where Robin Hood was standing, waiting to hear what his men had to say about the prisoners they had brought in. And as they drew near the boy saw that one was, a homely poor-looking man with round shoulders, the other, well dressed in sad-colored clothes, and thin and bent. But the boy could see little more for the broad bandage, which nearly covered the prisoner's face and was tied tightly behind over his long, gray hair, while his gray beard hung down low. Young Robin looked pityingly at this prisoner, and a longing came over him to loosen the thong which tied his hands tightly behind him, and take off the bandage so that he could breathe freely, but just then Robin Hood cried: "Well, my lads, whom have we here?" The bowed down gray-haired prisoner rose erect at this, and cried: "Is that Robin Hood who speaks?" Before the outlaw could answer; he was stopped by a cry: from the boy, who threw down his bow and darted to the prisoner's side. "Father!" he cried; and he leaped up, as active now as one of the deer of the forest, to fling his arms about the prisoner's neck. But only for a moment. The next he had dropped to the ground, to look fiercely round at the astonished men, as he drew the dagger which hung from his belt.