CHAPTER XIII 

Intense excitement instantly reigned. Their suspense over, the crowd cheered again and again, shook hands with one another, and flung their caps into the air. Everyone was delighted, for everyone was fond of Tell and Walter. It also pleased them to see the Governor disappointed. He had had things his own way for so long that it was a pleasant change to see him baffled in this manner. Not since Switzerland became a nation had the meadow outside the city gates been the scene of such rejoicings. 

Walter had picked up the apple with the arrow piercing it, and was showing it proudly to all his friends. 

"I told you so," he kept saying; "I knew father wouldn't hurt me. Father's the best shot in all Switzerland." 

"That was indeed a shot!" exclaimed Ulric the smith; "it will ring through the ages. While the mountains stand will the tale of Tell the bowman be told." 

Rudolph der Harras took the apple from Walter and showed it to Gessler, who had been sitting transfixed on his horse. 

"See," he said, "the arrow has passed through the very centre. It was a master shot." 

"It was very nearly a 'Master Walter shot,'" said Rösselmann the priest severely, fixing the Governor with a stern eye. 

Gessler made no answer. He sat looking moodily at Tell, who had dropped his cross-bow and was standing motionless, still gazing in the direction in which the arrow had sped. Nobody liked to be the first to speak to him. 
who took the apple from someone?
Rudolph der Harras