Go your way in peace, and drink your fill of the world's pleasures; but remember that if the time should come when you want a friend and a place of refuge, ask at The Three Ravens tavern on the skirts of this forest for news of Captain Jack, and whensoever you may come to me, I will share my last penny and my last crust with you, for love of the good man your father, who saved my unworthy life." The man spoke with visible emotion and Tom was moved also, he scarce knew why.

A sudden sense of liking--almost of love--sprang up in his heart towards this freebooter.

He laid a hand upon his arm.
"Take me clear of this forest," he said, "and I will leave Wildfire in your hands as a token of gratitude.

I have bethought me often that in London town he would pine his heart away.

He loves the green glades of the woodland, and the free air of the fields and forests.