He cut off an apple, and was about to take a bite, when an old Witch sprang out of a hollow tree across the road.
"So you are the thief who has been stealing my gold apples all this last fortnight!" she exclaimed.

"Well, you shall never steal again, that I promise you.

Ho, Frog-eye Fearsome, seize on him and drag him into your darkest dungeon!" At that, a hideous-looking fellow, with eyes like a frog's, green hair, and horrid clammy webbed fingers, clutched him before he could turn to defend himself.

He was thrust into the dungeon and left there all day.
At sunset, Frog-eye Fearsome opened the door to slide in a crust and a cup of water, saying in a croaking voice, "You shall be hanged in the morning, hanged by the neck until you are quite dead." Then he stopped to run his webbed fingers through his damp green hair, and grin at the poor captive Prince, as if he enjoyed his suffering.

But the next morning no one came to take him to the gallows, and he sat all day in total darkness.