What might not a few weeks of patient perseverance bring?
He would dog Robin's' steps like a bloodhound.

He had not been brought up to hardship and forest life for nothing.

To sleep in the open, to live scantily on such fare as might be picked up at the huts of the woodmen or in the camps of the gipsies, was nothing to him.

He would live on roots and wild fruits sooner than abandon his quest.

Nothing should come between him and his overmastering resolve to win back for the house of Trevlyn the long-lost treasure.
But as he mused and Robin impatiently paced the floor of the cavern, the torches burned slowly down, till one flickered and went out and the other showed signs of speedy extinction.