If this, indeed, be Rip Van Winkle, where has he hid himself for twenty years?
Judge.
What answer do you make to this?
Rip.
Why, dat I went up in de mountains last night, and got drunk mit some jolly dogs, and when I come back dis morning I found myself dead for twenty years.
Herman.
You hear him, sir.
Judge.
This is evidently an impostor; take him into custody.
Gustaffe.