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Pixy came out of the combat sound, and ready for another fight, and Fritz was unharmed; the only injury being to the seat of his trousers, from which a piece had been torn by one of the street curs as a souvenir of the first visit to Umstadt. "Come here, child;" called the landlady to Fritz, "you cannot go among the stylish people of Frankfort with the hem of your shirt showing.
"The village of Umstadt; and we think we can find an inn there where we can stay." "It is quite a long distance from here, and you would be very late in reaching it. You will get there much faster if you will step into my carriage, for I expect to pass through the village on my way to my home." "Would there be room for my dog Pixy?" asked Fritz, anxiously. "Certainly there is room.
"We are to leave here on the train at eleven o'clock and go to Umstadt. There we are to take dinner at the Swan hotel, and walk in the afternoon as far as that little village where we took dinner the day we came and stay there all night, and the next day we will walk on home. The Trojans will see that we are walking and will not know but we walked all the way unless we tell them."
Hear how the larks and finches are singing their evening praises to God." The boys were very willing. They sang several, their new friend joining them, and had just finished his favorite when they reached the little town of Umstadt, and halted in front of the one public house of which the sign was a swan.
When the train reached Umstadt, and the boys came in sight of the Swan inn, they saw the landlord on the stone steps, his thumbs in his vest pockets and his fingers moving as if playing the piano. "So, here you are again!" he exclaimed heartily. "Did you get homesick?" "No, but school begins on Wednesday, and we wished to be on time." "That was sensible.
Do not cry any more, my darling, or you will be sick. Perhaps your dog may be on his way back to the Odenwald." "If we had walked all the way he might track us, but we came in the cars from Umstadt." "In spite of that disadvantage he may find his way home, as he did the time your neighbor gave him away."
We must go back for it," and like the sons of Jacob returning to Egypt, they turned their faces toward Umstadt. A slight coolness reigned among the triplets; a cloud rested upon the brows of Franz and Paul that for the forgetfulness of Fritz they must face the landlord, and more than that the tipless Peter.
They walked along chatting until they were several miles from Umstadt, when Pixy stopped and looked intently toward a thicket of tall grass, giving one of his low growls, a sign of warning. The boys halted, for at that moment three rough heads were raised from the grass and three pairs of eyes were gazing intently at the travelers from three faces, which were not only dark but not entirely clean.
"Now, as a matter of courtesy, I should tell you my name. It is James Furman. I am a farmer and live near the village of Umstadt. I know your fathers well and am glad to meet their sons." "And we are glad to meet you! It is kind of you to ask us to ride. We were getting very tired, and we are much obliged to you." "Then perhaps you will sing some more of your sweet songs.
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