The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
The insulted king threw the bundle on the ground; and the blanket fell away from it just as the woman arrived, with an augmenting crowd at her heels; she seized the king's wrist with one hand, snatched up her bundle with the other, and began to pour out a tirade of abuse upon the boy while he struggled, without success, to free himself from her grip.
The Singing Butler
Hugo had seen enough-his enemy was captured and the law would get him now-so he slipped away, jubilant and chuckling and wended campward, framing a judicious version of the matter to give to the Ruffler's crew as he strode along.
The king continued to struggle in the woman's grasp, and now and then cried out, in vexation:
"Unhand me, thou foolish creature; it was not I that bereaved thee of thy paltry goods."
The Singing Butler