"I'm a poor man," he be-gan.
"You're a poor speak-er," said the King.
Here one of the guin-ea pigs cheered, and one of the men seized him, thrust him in-to a bag which tied up with strings, and then sat up-on it.
"If that's all you know, you may stand down," the King said.
"I'm as low as I can get now," said the Hat-ter; "I'm on the floor as it is."
"Then you may sit down," the King said.
"I'd like to get through with my tea first," said the Hat-ter with a look at the Queen who still read the list in her hand.
"You may go," said the King, and the Hat-ter left the court in such haste that he did not e-ven wait to put his shoes on.
"And just take his head off out-side," the Queen add-ed to one of the sol-diers, but the Hat-ter was out of sight be-fore the man could get to the door.
"Call the next wit-ness," said the King.