AstheSherifflookedaroundereheorderedhismentostringthethreeyouthsuptotheoaktree，hiseyesfelluponthisstrangeoldman。Thenhisworshipbeckonedtohim，saying，\"Comehither，father，Ihaveafewwordstosaytothee。\"
SoLittleJohn，foritwasnoneotherthanhe，cameforward，andtheSherifflookeduponhim，thinkingthattherewassomethingstrangelyfamiliarinthefacebeforehim。
\"How，now，\"saidhe，\"methinksIhaveseentheebefore。
Whatmaythynamebe，father？\"
\"PleaseYourWorship，\"saidLittleJohn，inacrackedvoicelikethatofanoldman，\"mynameisGilesHobble，atYourWorship\'sservice。\"