Thwack! thwack! went the Miller's cudgel across their backs, and at every blow great white clouds of flour rose in the air from their jackets and went drifting down the breeze.
"Stop!" roared Robin at last.

"Give over, good friend, I am Robin Hood!" "Thou liest, thou knave," cried the Miller, giving him a rap on the ribs that sent up a great cloud of flour like a puff of smoke.

"Stout Robin never robbed an honest tradesman.

Ha! thou wouldst have my money, wouldst thou ?" And he gave him another blow.

"Nay, thou art not getting thy share, thou long-legged knave.