man I'm a-telling you about, your Excellency, he outs with an arrow, puts it into his bow, and sends it through the hat, and I don't see how you'll ever be able to wear it again. It's a waste of a good hat, your Excellency—that's what it is. And then the people, they puts me and Leuthold on the ground, and hoists this here man—Tell, they call him—up on their shoulders, and he starts making a speech, when up you comes, your Excellency. That's how it all was."
Gessler turned pale with rage, and glared fiercely at Tell, who stood before him in the grasp of two of the bodyguard.
"Ah," he said, "Tell, is it? Good-day to you, Tell. I think we've met before, Tell? Eh, Tell?"
"We have, your Excellency. It was in the ravine of Schächenthal," said Tell firmly.
"Your memory is good, Tell. So is mine.
