Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

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"Why that ain't anything. / can't fall; that ain't the way it is in the book. The book says * Then with one back-handed stroke he slew poor Guy of Guis-borne,' You're to turn around and let me hit you in the back."
There was no getting around the authorities, so Joe turned, received the whack and fell.
"Now," said Joe, getting up, "You got to let me kill you. That's fair." " Why I can't do that, it ain't in the book/' " Well it's blamed mean,—that's all."
" Well, say, Joe, you can be Friar Tuck or Much the miller's son and lam me
with a quarter-staff; or I'll be the Sheriff of Nottingham and you be Robin Hood a little while and kill me."
This was satisfactory, and so these ad­ventures were carried out. Then Tom became Robin Hood again, and was al­lowed by the treacherous nun to bleed his strength away through his neglected wound. And at last Joe, representing a whole tribe of weeping outlaws, dragged him sadly forth, gave his bow into his feeble hands, and Tom said, "Where this arrow falls, there bury poor Robin Hood under the greenwood tree." Then he shot the arrow and fell back and would have died but he lit on a nettle and sprang up too gaily for a corpse.
death of robin hood.                     The boys dressed themselves, hid their
accoutrements, and went off grieving that there were no outlaws any more, and wondering what modern civilization could claim to have done to compensate for their loss. They said they would rather be outlaws a year in Sherwood Forest than President of the United States forever.