Might he not have friends amongst these very outlaws?
Had not his father warned him before this that he did not trust Robin, and did not like his son's intimacy with the young man?
All these thoughts came surging into Tom's brain as he rode on through the dark forest.

He was loath to harbour doubts of his servant and friend; but he could not lay them to rest, do what he would.
But for these doubts he would have ridden back in search of his comrade.

As it was, he set his teeth somewhat grimly, and rode onwards.

Robin had no money about him.

He would escape with the loss of his horse, and could follow his master on foot to London if he chose.