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"
Where
is
the
Miller
?
"
was
his
first
question
.
"
On
the
road
towards
Rotherham
.
"
"
With
how
many
?
"
demanded
the
leader
,
for
such
he
seemed
to
be
.
"
With
six
men
,
and
good
hope
of
booty
,
if
it
please
St
Nicholas
.
"
"
Devoutly
spoken
,
"
said
Locksley
;
"
and
where
is
Allan-a-Dale
?
"
"
Walked
up
towards
the
Watling-street
,
to
watch
for
the
Prior
of
Jorvaulx
.
"
"
That
is
well
thought
on
also
,
"
replied
the
Captain
;
--
"
and
where
is
the
Friar
?
"
"
In
his
cell
.
"
"
Thither
will
I
go
,
"
said
Locksley
.
"
Disperse
and
seek
your
companions
.
Collect
what
force
you
can
,
for
there
's
game
afoot
that
must
be
hunted
hard
,
and
will
turn
to
bay
.
Meet
me
here
by
daybreak
.
--
And
stay
,
"
he
added
,
"
I
have
forgotten
what
is
most
necessary
of
the
whole
--
Two
of
you
take
the
road
quickly
towards
Torquilstone
,
the
Castle
of
Front-de-Boeuf
.
A
set
of
gallants
,
who
have
been
masquerading
in
such
guise
as
our
own
,
are
carrying
a
band
of
prisoners
thither
--
Watch
them
closely
,
for
even
if
they
reach
the
castle
before
we
collect
our
force
,
our
honour
is
concerned
to
punish
them
,
and
we
will
find
means
to
do
so
.
Keep
a
close
watch
on
them
therefore
;
and
dispatch
one
of
your
comrades
,
the
lightest
of
foot
,
to
bring
the
news
of
the
yeomen
thereabout
.
"
They
promised
implicit
obedience
,
and
departed
with
alacrity
on
their
different
errands
.
In
the
meanwhile
,
their
leader
and
his
two
companions
,
who
now
looked
upon
him
with
great
respect
,
as
well
as
some
fear
,
pursued
their
way
to
the
Chapel
of
Copmanhurst
.
