From this he peeled the bark, and, sharpening the point, stuck it up in the ground in front of a great oak tree.

Thence he measured off fourscore paces, which brought him beside the tree where the other sat.

"There," quoth he, "is the kind of mark that Nottingham yeomen shoot at.

Now let me see thee split that wand if thou art an archer." Then Guy of Gisbourne arose.

"Now out upon it!" cried he.