Here one of the men spake to the Sheriff of a sudden.

"Your Worship," cried he, "is not yon fellow coming along toward us that same Guy of Gisbourne whom thou didst send into the forest to seek Robin Hood ?" At these words the Sheriff shaded his eyes and looked eagerly.

"Why, certes," quoth he, "yon fellow is the same.

Now, Heaven send that he hath slain the master thief, as we will presently slay the man!" When Little John heard this speech he looked up, and straightway his heart crumbled away within him, for not only were the man's garments all covered with blood, but he wore Robin Hood's bugle horn and carried his bow and broadsword.
"How now!" cried the Sheriff, when Robin Hood, in Guy of Gisbourne's clothes, had come nigh to them.

"What luck hath befallen thee in the forest?
Why, man, thy clothes are all over blood!" "An thou likest not my clothes," said Robin in a harsh voice like that of Guy of Gisbourne, "thou mayst shut thine eyes.