`` Here , '' he said , `` is for you . On with them ! '' And then , when Dick had clothed himself in this clerical disguise , Lawless produced some colours and a pencil , and proceeded , with the greatest cunning , to disguise his face . The eyebrows he thickened and produced ; to the moustache , which was yet hardly visible , he rendered a like service ; while , by a few lines around the eye , he changed the expression and increased the apparent age of this young monk . `` Now , '' he resumed , `` when I have done the like , we shall make as bonny a pair of friars as the eye could wish . Boldly to Sir Daniel 's we shall go , and there be hospitably welcome for the love of Mother Church . '' `` And how , dear Lawless , '' cried the lad , `` shall I repay you ? '' `` Tut , brother , '' replied the outlaw , `` I do naught but for my pleasure . Mind not for me . I am one , by the mass , that mindeth for himself . When that I lack , I have a long tongue and a voice like the monastery bell -- I do ask , my son ; and where asking faileth , I do most usually take . '' The old rogue made a humorous grimace ; and although Dick was displeased to lie under so great favours to so equivocal a personage , he was yet unable to restrain his mirth . With that , Lawless returned to the big chest , and was soon similarly disguised ; but , below his gown , Dick wondered to observe him conceal a sheaf of black arrows . `` Wherefore do ye that ? '' asked the lad . `` Wherefore arrows , when ye take no bow ? '' `` Nay , '' replied Lawless , lightly , '' 't is like there will be heads broke -- not to say backs -- ere you and I win sound from where we 're going to ; and if any fall , I would our fellowship should come by the credit o n't . A black arrow , Master Dick , is the seal of our abbey ; it showeth you who writ the bill . '' `` An ye prepare so carefully , '' said Dick , `` I have here some papers that , for mine own sake , and the interest of those that trusted me , were better left behind than found upon my body . Where shall I conceal them , Will ? ''
`` Nay , '' replied XXXXX , `` I will go forth into the wood and whistle me three verses of a song ; meanwhile , do you bury them where ye please , and smooth the sand upon the place . ''
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