Hes, and, still ragin g and swearing vengeance against all the cobblers in Derbyshire, he set forth upon his way afoot; but his ills had not yet done with him, for he had not gone far ere he fell into the
hands of the King's men, who marched him off,
willy-nilly, to Tutbury Town and the Bishop of Hereford. In vain he swore he was a holy man, and showed his shaven crown; off he must go, for nothing would do but that he was Robin Hood. Meanwhile merry Robin rode along contentedly, passing safely by two bands of the
King's men, until his
heart began to dance within him because of the nearness of Sherwood; so he traveled ever on to the eastward, till