"Hurt?" I inquired.
"Wounded a bit in the nose, you know," he answered, mopping that
organ with his handkerchief; "but did you see me punch 'yon varlet'
in the eye?"
"Did you, Imp?"
"I think so, Uncle Dick; only I do wish I'd made him surrender!"
The book says that Robin Hood always made his enemies 'surrender
an' beg their life on trembling knee!' Oh, it must be fine to see
your enemies on their knee!"
"Especially if they tremble," I added.
"Do you s'pose that boy - I mean 'yon base varlet' would have
surrendered?"
"Not a doubt of it - if he hadn't happened to push you over the
bank first"
"Oh!" murmured the Imp rather dubiously.
"By the way," I said as I filled my pipe, "where is your Auntie
Lisbeth?"
"Well, I chased her up the big apple-tree with my bow an' arrow."
"Of course," I nodded!" "Very right and proper!"
"You see," he explained, "I wanted her to be a wild elephant an'
she wouldn't."
"Extremely disobliging of her!"
"Yes, wasn't it? So when she was right up I took away the ladder
an' hid it."
"Highly strategic, my Imp.
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