I will sleep in peace till daylight dawns, and then I will begin my search." Sleep came quickly to the lad's eyes, but it was only light, for with the first blush of dawn he awoke and prepared to commence his work.
His tools he had hidden away beneath the heap of leaves which had formed his bed, and he did not disturb them for the time being, but walked forth and examined the dell for himself before making any excavation.
First his attention was given to the patch of greensward around the well; but this was so smooth and even that it seemed as if it had not been disturbed for ages.

Such soft emerald turf, as Cuthbert well knew, was the growth of centuries, and there was no sort of trace or seam to indicate the handiwork of man.
Round and round the open space he paced, his eyes fixed upon the ground beneath his feet, his quick glance shifting from spot to spot, as he strove for some indication, however faint, of the existence of some hidden hoard.
"Yet it is certain to be well hid.

It were strange if I did light upon it in the first hour," he said to himself at length, covering his disappointment with a smile.

"I will break my fast with the good fare given me by my fair cousin Kate, and will taste the waters of the magic well.

I trow I shall take no harm from them.
Long Robin will scarce have poisoned the spring from which he himself must ofttimes drink." Whilst he partook of his simple meal, he looked about him with keen and eager glances, wondering where he should next search, and striving to see traces of footsteps in the sandy sides of the dell, or breaks in the tangled growth of underwood that would indicate some track used by Robin.