Spoke the squire, losing all patient, and it was to you that I gave another person consolation. Come to me, men, here, here! He raised his voice still louder. The strollers took their part in it with hearty zest, now that they had some chance of beating off their foes. Robin and the little tumbler between them tried to force the squire to stand back, and very valiantly did these two comport themselves. The head and chief of the riot, the Nottingham apprentice, with clenched fists, threatened Montfichet. The squire helped to thrust them all in and entered swiftly himself. "Now be silent on your lives," he began, but the captured apprentice set up an instant shout. "Silence, you knave!" cried Montfichet. He felt for and found the wizard's black cloth. The squire was quite out of breath, thrusting open the proper entrance of the tent. Robin suddenly rushed forth with his burden, with a great shout, "A Montfichet! A Montfichet! Gamewell to the rescue!" Taking advantage of this, the squire's few men redoubled their efforts, and encouraged by Robin's and the little stroller's cries, fought their way to him. George Montfichet will never forget this day. "What is your name?" Lording asked the little stroller. Presently, "Robin Fitzooth, and mine is Will Stutely. Shall we become lads?" "Right willingly, for between us we have won the battle," answered Robin. "I like you, Will. You are the second Will that I have met and liked within two days. Is there a sign in that?" Montfichet called out for Robin to give him an arm. "Friends," said Montfichet faintly to the wrestlers, "bear us escort so far as the sheriff's house. It will not be safe for you to stay here now. Pray follow us with mine and my lord sheriff's men." Nottingham castle was reached, and admittance was demanded. Master Monceux, the sheriff of Nottingham, was mightily put about when told of the rioting, and Henry might return to England at any moment.