All that livelong day the blood ran from Robin Hood's arm, nor could he check it, though he strove in every way to do so.

Again and again he called for help, but no help came, for his cousin had betrayed him, and Little John was too far away to hear his voice.

So he bled and bled until he felt his strength slipping away from him.

Then he arose, tottering, and bearing himself up by the palms of his hands against the wall, he reached his bugle horn at last.

Thrice he sounded it, but weakly and faintly, for his breath was fluttering through sickness and loss of strength; nevertheless, Little John heard it where he lay in the glade, and, with a heart all sick with dread, he came running and leaping toward the nunnery.