Then they tied his hands behind him, and lifting him up set him upon the back of one of the horses, with his face to its tail and his feet strapped beneath its belly.

So they took him back to the King's Head Inn, laughing and rejoicing as they went along.

But in the meantime the widow's three sons had gotten safely away, and were hidden in the woodlands.
Once more the Sheriff of Nottingham sat within the King's Head Inn.

His heart rejoiced within him, for he had at last done that which he had sought to do for years, taken Little John prisoner.

Quoth he to himself, "This time tomorrow the rogue shall hang upon the gallows tree in front of the great gate of Nottingham Town, and thus shall I make my long score with him even." So saying, he took a deep draught of Canary.