“Doss thou prate so to me, sirrah?” cried the Corn Engrosser in a rage.  “Now I will have thee soundly whipped if ever I catch thee in any town where the law can lay hold of thee!  As for giving thee a penny, I swear to thee that I have not so much as a single groat in my purse.  Were Robin Hood himself to take me, he might search me from crown to heel without finding the smallest piece of money upon me.  I trust I am too sly to travel so nigh to Sherwood with money in my pouch, and that thief at large in the woods.”

Then merry Robin looked up and down, as if to see that there was no one nigh, and then, coming close to the Corn Engrosser, he stood on tiptoe and spake in his ear, “Thinkest thou in sooth that I am a beggar, as I seem to be?  Look upon me.  There is not a grain of dirt upon my hands or my face or my body.  Didst thou ever see a beggar so?  I tell thee I am as honest a man as thou art.  Look, friend.”  Here he took the purse of money from his breast and showed to the dazzled eyes of the Corn Engrosser the bright golden pieces.  “Friend, these rags serve but to hide an honest rich man from the eyes of Robin Hood.”

“Put up thy money, lad,” cried the other quickly.  “Art thou a fool, to trust to beggar’s rags to shield thee from Robin Hood?  If he caught thee, he would strip thee to the skin, for he hates a lusty beggar as he doth a fat priest or those of my kind.”

“Is it indeed so?” quoth Robin.  “Had I known this, mayhap I had not come hereabouts in this garb.  But I must go forward now, as much depends upon my journeying.  Where goest thou, friend?”

“I go to Grantham,” said the Corn Engrosser, “but I shall lodge tonight at Newark, if I can get so far upon my way.”

“Why, I myself am on the way to Newark,” quoth merry Robin, “so that, as two honest men are better than one in roads beset by such a fellow as this Robin Hood, I will jog along with thee, if thou hast no dislike to my company.”

“Why, as thou art an honest fellow and a rich fellow,” said the Corn Engrosser, “I mind not thy company; but, in sooth, I have no great fondness for beggars.”

“Then forward,” quoth Robin, “for the day wanes and it will be dark ere we reach Newark.”  So off they went, the lean horse hobbling along as before, and Robin running beside, albeit he was so quaking with laughter within him that he could hardly stand; yet he dared not laugh aloud, lest the Corn Engrosser should suspect something.  So they traveled along till they reached a hill just on the outskirts of Sherwood.  Here the lean man checked his lean horse into a walk, for the road was steep, and he wished to save his nag’s strength, having far to go ere he reached Newark.  Then he turned in his saddle and spake to Robin again, for the first time since they had left the cross.  “Here is thy greatest danger, friend,” said he, “for here we are nighest to that vile thief Robin Hood, and the place where he dwells.  Beyond this we come again to the open honest country, and so are more safe in our journeying.”