THE HAUNTS OF ROBIN HOOD.
“Well, boys,” said Professor Gunn, “we are at last in the very heart of
Sherwood Forest, the haunt of Robin Hood, the outlaw.”
“There certain is a right good stretch of timber and some of the biggest
trees I ever saw,” confessed Brad Buckhart; “but it doesn’t seem to me
that it should have been such a mighty hard thing to hunt an old outlaw
out of a place like this.”
“Times were different then, and you must not forget that, while Robin
plundered the rich, legends have it that he was always kind to the poor,
and, therefore, he had many friends who warned him of danger and gave
him protection.”
Dick Merriwell, Brad Buckhart, and Professor Gunn were being driven in
an open carriage through the noble and famous forest. All around them
stood the mighty oaks, some of which, it was said, had withstood the
storms of seven centuries. The westering sun of what had been an ideal
autumn day gleamed through the branches on which the brown leaves
rustled and where the squirrels chattered. The frozen ground was
bestrewn with fallen leaves, which rustled in little flocks along the
hard road when stirred by a passing breeze, seeming like startled birds.
Earlier in the day they had visited Newstead Abbey, the home of Byron,
where two hours were spent. On leaving they drove through the
ever-thickening forest to a little wayside inn, where they lunched.
After a rest, they resumed their drive, it being their object to stop
for the night at Robin Hood’s Tavern, an inn of which they had been told
by their cockney driver.
“Is it really true, professor,” asked Dick, “that Robin Hood was of
noble birth?”
The old pedagogue shrugged his shoulders and smiled a withered smile.
“That is a question no one can answer,” he declared. “It has been said
that he was the outlawed Earl of Huntingdon, but such a tale may have
come from the fact that the really noble qualities he betrayed seemed
quite unnatural for a robber and outlaw, and were supposed to be
possessed only by those of gentle birth. But here in this forest he
roamed with Friar Tuck, Little John, Will Scarlett, Allen-a-Dale, and
Maid Marion. Here he made merry and lived such a life of adventure, and
ease, and pleasure, that he has been the envy of every romantic
youngster to this day.”
“Did he live long?” questioned Buckhart.
“Tradition says he lived his roving, careless, jolly life until he
became a very old man.”
“And how did he die? Was he executed?”
“Oh, no. Being somewhat ill, he trusted himself to the prioress of
Kirkley to be bled, and she treacherously let him bleed to death.”
“Do you believe there really was a Robin Hood, professor?”
“Why not?”
“Well, you know the story has been doubted by students of history, many
of whom assert that the story of his life is purely legendary.”
“Hum! haw! Haw! hum!” coughed Zenas. “Some of these students of history
are cranks and doubters on principle. They think they impress people
with their great knowledge, acumen and judgment by doubting everything
there is any chance of doubting. You can doubt anything that happened
say a century ago if you wish to. No matter how strong the proofs may
be, you can say they were manufactured. Do either of you boys doubt the
story of Paul Revere’s ride?”
“Of course not!” exclaimed Dick.
“I should rise to remark that we don’t,” burst from Brad.
“Well, I once heard a man, an educated man, a scholar, declaring that
the whole yarn had been manufactured out of moonshine. He didn’t deny
there had lived such a person as Paul Revere, for Paul Revere’s
descendants still live; but he insisted and maintained that the tale of
his midnight ride had been elaborated and cooked up to please those who
wished to make a hero of a very commonplace man.”
“Great tarantulas!” growled Brad. “That gent certain deserved to be shot
up some for making such foolish talk!”
“Do you really believe there was a Robin Hood, professor?” asked Dick,
once more.
“I think there is no doubt that such a man lived,” answered the old man
stiffly. “Perhaps he did not pass through all the stirring adventures
credited to him, but I am satisfied that there was a Robin Hood. He was
passionately attached to the chase, and he was bold enough to make free
with the king’s deer, which angered the king, who summoned him to
London. Thinking himself far safer here in this forest, which was then
much more vast, having since been cut away to a great extent, he simply
ignored the summons, upon which the king pronounced him an outlaw.”
The sun was low in the west, and the long shadows deepened in Sherwood
Forest. Soon the sun set and night spread its wing over the ancient
haunts of Robin Hood.
“How much farther to the tavern, driver?” asked Professor Gunn.
“Not hover four mile, sir,” was the answer.
Behind them on the hard road there sounded the clatter of hoofs and
rumble of wheels. Looking round, they saw a closed carriage, drawn by
two horses, rapidly approaching.
“Some one drives in a great hurry,” said Dick.
The horses were steaming as they whipped past at a favorable place for
doing so. The curtains of the carriage were closely drawn, and not a
soul save the muffled driver was to be seen.
“Those horses have been pushed right hard,” observed Buckhart. “Wonder
who’s inside the old hearse.”
They crossed a stone bridge and followed the winding road on into a
still deeper portion of the forest. The sun went down and darkness
gathered.
At last a light glimmered cheerfully in the distance and a dog barked.
“That is Robin ’Oods Tavern,” said the driver.
“Glad of it!” exclaimed the professor. “It’s getting cold since sunset.
Not quite as bad as it was in Scotland, but too cold for comfort while
driving.”
“Why, I allowed it was some hot up round Lochleven in Scotland,”
chuckled Buckhart. “We warmed things up one night. Eh, pard?”
“Rather,” agreed Dick.
Amid the massive oaks stood the little inn, with the light shining
cheerfully from its windows. Soon they drew up before it, their journey
ended for the night.
Outside the inn, with the horses unhitched and removed, stood the same
closed carriage that had passed them on the road.
A hostler came to take charge of their horses, and they entered the inn,
being greeted by the landlord, a ruddy-cheeked man, named Swinton, who
was smoking a rank-smelling pipe. The landlord welcomed them in a
hearty, cheerful manner, bidding them come in by the fire and get warm.
“It’s going to be a cold night, gentlemen,” he said.
“Cold, indeed, sir,” agreed the professor; “but your little house looks
bright, and warm, and comfortable.”
“So I think you will find it. You will stay to sup with me?”
“We hope you can give us accommodations overnight. Have you two rooms,
one with a fire in it?”
“I have just what you want, I believe—two rooms with a door between, and
a grate fire in one of them. You may be as comfortable as you please
here.”
By this time the professor had learned that it was always best to
bargain in advance for accommodations in England, and this he proceeded
to do, haggling in a good-natured way with the landlord, who at first
asked an exorbitant price.
“We’re not millionaires, my dear sir,” said Zenas. “We’re just plain,
ordinary people, traveling through your beautiful country. The pennies
count with us.”
“You’re from America, are you not?” asked the innkeeper, seeming greatly
surprised at this confession.
“We are, but not all Americans have money to burn, even though the most
of them who come abroad wish people to think so.”
Finally the landlord agreed to a price a full third lower than he had
originally named, after which, having ushered them into a room with an
open coal fire, he went away to prepare their rooms for them.
A servant came and removed the wraps, saying they would be taken to the
rooms upstairs. He also took charge of the big hand bag, which contained
their nightdresses and such toilet articles as they always carried with
them.
After a time the porter came and announced that their rooms were ready
for them. At the foot of the stairs a maid with a lighted candle waited
to escort them. She was a buxom, red-cheeked country girl.
“Be careful hof of the stairs, sir; they’re very steep sir,” she said to
Zenas, giving him a smile that made him brace up wonderfully. “Hi ’ave
to climb them hoften henough to know.”
“Er-hum!” coughed the old fellow. “They say climbing stairs is fine
exercise—great for the complexion. But you don’t need anything to
improve your complexion, my dear—it couldn’t be improved.”
“’Ow kind you hare, sir!” she said, with a smothered laugh.
Dick was behind Brad, and he gave the Texan a pinch that caused him to
utter a whoop.
“Ow, goodness!” cried the girl, in alarm.
“Don’t be frightened, my dear—don’t be frightened!” said Zenas quickly.
“It’s only the boys.”
“Hit gave me ’art a hawful jump,” said the girl. “One gets frightened
terrible in this ’ouse.”
“Get frightened here? Why?”
“’Avent you ’eard, sir?”
“About what?”
“This place is ’aunted, you know.”
“Eh? Hey? Haunted, did you say?”
“Yes, sir; they do say it’s the spirit of Robin ’Ood hisself that come
’ere, sir.”
“This is interesting—decidedly so!” said Zenas. “A haunted inn in the
heart of Sherwood Forest! Why, I should think it would drive away custom
if such a report got out.”
“Hinstead of that, hit brings people ’ere to see the place, sir. They
seem to take great hinterest in ’aunted ’ouses.”
She flung open the door of a room.
“’Ere is your rooms, sirs,” she said. “The fire is warm, and Hi ’ope you
will be very comfortable. Is there hany thing I can bring you?”
They entered the first room, in which the fire was burning. It was
fairly large and comfortable, with a big English bed, surrounded by
curtains.
“Wait a minute, my dear,” urged the professor. Then turning to the boys,
he said:
“Here, you youngsters, take that candle on the mantel and inspect your
room. The door is open, I see.”
Dick gave Brad a wink and picked up the candle, starting for the
adjoining room. The maid had entered the first room and was waiting,
candle in hand.
“You may go with Richard, Bradley,” said Zenas, seeing that Buckhart
lingered behind.
“All right,” nodded the Texas youth.
As he stepped past the girl he gave a puff that extinguished the candle
in her hand. Then he swiftly strode into the adjoining room, closing the
door behind him.
Immediately the old professor began to call loudly for Dick and Brad to
return.
“Come back here, you young rascals!” he shouted. “What are you up to,
you scoundrels? Bring that candle instantly! How dare you do such a
thing—how dare you!”
“I’m so frightened!” fluttered the girl, catching hold of Zenas. “’Ave
you a match, sir? We might light the candle, sir.”
Dick opened the door and peered back into the room, discovering the girl
clinging to the professor.
“Here! here!” he cried reprovingly. “What are you doing, Professor Gunn?
You’re a married man. I didn’t think it of you! I didn’t think you would
blow out the young lady’s candle and attempt to kiss her in the dark.
It’s really scandalous! What would Mrs. Gunn say if she ever heard of
this?”
“Oh, goodness! She’d have a fit!” confessed Zenas. “Bring that candle
instantly! How in the world did this candle happen to go out?”
“Oh, I think you know how it happened,” laughed Merriwell.
“On my word I don’t!” declared Gunn. “I believe that reprobate Buckhart
did it!”
“But he didn’t compel you to attempt to kiss the girl in the dark.”
“Oh, murder! I never touched her! She was frightened. She clung to me
for protection.”
“Oh, all right,” said Dick; but his tone and manner seemed to indicate
that he knew better and could not be fooled by such an explanation.
Zenas shook his fist at Dick in great excitement.
“If you dare hint that I was trying to kiss her, I’ll—I’ll—I’ll——”
He seemed unable to find words with which to complete the threat, and so
he turned to the maid, anxiously urging her to attest that he had done
nothing of the sort.
Behind the professor’s back Dick winked and nodded at her, making signs
she understood.
“Why, sir,” she said, falling in with the joke, “Hi don’t hexactly
suppose you hactually meant to kiss me, sir; but——”
“There it is professor—there it is!” cried Dick, while Buckhart laughed
aloud. “She confesses that you really did do it, although she tries to
shield you by saying it was an accident.”
“She didn’t confess anything of the sort!” palpitated Zenas, actually
dancing in his excitement. “You’re twisting her language, you rascal!
You’re perverting her meaning! You’re trying to ruin my reputation!”
“If she hadn’t said so with her own lips—the lips you tried to——”
“Stop it! stop it!” implored Zenas. “If you respect me in the least, I
implore you to stop it! If you ever hint that such a thing happened, if
you ever breathe a suggestion of it in the presence of my wife, I’ll——”
“Now, don’t threaten me,” said Dick reproachfully. “You know I’m your
friend, and even though I have been saddened to know of your
disreputable behavior, I’ll remain silent as the grave concerning it.
Even though I may deplore your inclination to get gay with the girls,
I’ll bury the black secret in my heart and never breathe a word of it to
your lovely, delicate and trusting wife.”
“Lovely! Delicate!” gasped the old pedagogue.
“Don’t say a word against her, sir!” exclaimed Dick, with a pretense of
righteous indignation. “She remains at home and permits you to travel
abroad for your health, little dreaming that, while she thus sacrifices
herself for your sake, you are carrying on scandalously with every
pretty girl you meet.”
Zenas threw up his hands in despair, the expression on his face being so
laughable that Buckhart with difficulty kept himself from roaring.
“I didn’t dream you could say such things of me, Richard!” groaned the
old man.
“And I didn’t dream you would cut up so among the girls. Of course, I’ll
keep still about it, and Brad will never say a word, but still it may
leak out. It may get into the newspapers. You know there are
representatives of the yellow journals of America in London. They may
hear of it. It will make a breezy bit of scandal—a juicy morsel—for
them. How would this sound in one of their papers: ‘Professor Gunn Gets
Gay With the Girls. Giddy Old Chap, Traveling in England, Tickles the
Chambermaids——’”
With a genuine shriek of horror, Professor Gunn dropped on a chair.
“Stop! stop!” he yelled. “You’ll drive me to suicide!”
“But you know it may get into the papers,” Dick went on. “As I said,
neither Brad nor myself will say anything about it.”
“Then how can it get out?”
“Why, the girl you tried to kiss may——”
“Never tried it—never!”
“Well, the girl who says you tried to kiss her——”
“Who says you did kiss her—by accident,” put in the boy from Texas.
“I stand corrected, and I accept the correction.” said Dick. “The girl
who says you did kiss her by accident may happen to speak of it to other
tourists. She may mention your name. It’s not unlikely some of those
tourists may be newspaper men. If they are not, they may be friends of
newspaper men. They may see an opportunity of making a good, spicy item
out of it. Oh, there are ways enough for it to get into the American
papers.”
“How can I prevent it?” groaned the tortured old fellow.
“Why, you might fix it with the girl,” answered Dick, again giving the
maid a significant wink. “She’s a poor girl, but she’s honest and
kind-hearted. She wouldn’t like to ruin you, and she’ll keep still—for
an inducement.”
“Ow, Hi couldn’t think hof it——” began the girl.
Thinking she meant that she could not think of keeping still, Zenas
sprang to his feet, cold perspiration starting out on his pale face.
“I implore you! I beseech you!” he cried. “I’m an honorable man, and I
hold a position of trust and responsibility in America. If this thing
gets into the American papers I’m ruined. Here, my dear girl, take
this—take it and remain silent—for my sake.”
Eagerly he thrust a pound note into her hand.
“Ow, you hare so kind, sir—so very kind, sir!” she tittered, bobbing him
a bow. “Hi’m ownly a poor girl, and Hi thank you for being so hawfully
kind to me, sir. If there’s hanything Hi can do for you, sir, while you
are ’ere——”
“You can,” said Zenas solemnly.
“You may depend hon me, sir. What is it?”
“Keep away from this room. Don’t come near it while I remain in the
house. If you do these boys will see something further that is improper.
Go at once. Every moment you remain adds to my peril. Go!”
“Very well, sir. Hi ’opes you ’ave a pleasant time while ’ere, sir. Hi
’opes you henjoy your supper and your night’s rest, sir. Good night,
sir.”
Bobbing a bow to each of them in turn, she smilingly left the room.