Good Arthur, empty the bag upon the ground; I warrant thou wilt find a shilling or two in the flour." "Alas!" cried the Miller, falling upon his knees, "spoil not all my good meal! It can better you not, and will ruin me.

Spare it, and I will give up the money in the bag." "Ha!" quoth Robin, nudging Will Scarlet.

"Is it so?
And have I found where thy money lies?
Marry, I have a wondrous nose for the blessed image of good King Harry.

I thought that I smelled gold and silver beneath the barley meal.

Bring it straight forth, Miller." Then slowly the Miller arose to his feet, and slowly and unwillingly he untied the mouth of the bag, and slowly thrust his hands into the meal and began fumbling about with his arms buried to the elbows in the barley flour.