"Crick! Crack!" he struck two blows as quick as a wink, and down went the Blind man, rolling over and over upon the grass.
At this the others bore back and stood at a little distance scowling upon Robin.

"Come on, ye scum!" cried he merrily.

"Here be cakes and ale for all.

Now, who will be next served ?" To this speech the beggars answered never a word, but they looked at Robin as great Blunderbore looked upon stout Jack the slayer of giants, as though they would fain eat him, body and bones; nevertheless, they did not care to come nigher to him and his terrible staff.

Then, seeing them so hesitate, Robin of a sudden leaped upon them, striking even as he leaped.