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Updated: June 7, 2025
Then one evening my father told me that we could take Capi the next day with us, as he wanted the two boys to do something in the house. Mattia and I were very pleased and we intended to do our utmost to bring back a good sum of money so that he would let us have the dog always. We had to get Capi back and we would not spare ourselves, neither one of us.
The policeman shrugged his shoulders. "This boy can explain to the magistrate," he said. As I was being led away, Mattia threw his arms about my neck, as though it was because he wanted to embrace me, but Mattia had another object. "Keep up your courage," he whispered, "we won't forsake you." "Take care of Capi," I said in French, but the officer understood.
For a moment I stood almost choking. They had made a thief of my good honest Capi! "Hold him tight," I said, "and come back to the house." We walked quickly. The father and mother were seated at the table folding up material. I threw the pair of stockings down. Allen and Ned laughed. "Here's a pair of stockings," I said; "you've made a thief of my dog. I thought you took him out to amuse people."
Before lying down I told Capi that I relied upon him to keep watch, and the faithful dog, instead of sleeping with us on the pine leaves, laid down like a sentinel at the entrance of our quarters. I could sleep in peace, for I knew that none would come near without me being warned by Capi. Yet, although, at rest on this point, I could not sleep at once.
That is what we intended to do; this is what happened: I intended to stay the night in the village where I had spent my first night with Vitalis, when Capi, seeing me so unhappy, came to me and lay down beside me. Before reaching this village we came to a nice green spot, and, throwing down our baggage, we decided to rest. We made our cow go down into a ditch.
We made Capi undergo a severe washing and combing early in the morning, then we went off. Unfortunately for our plan a heavy fog had been hanging over London for two entire days. It was so dense that we could only see a few steps before us, and those who listened to us playing behind these fog curtains could not see Capi. It was a most annoying state of affairs for our "takings."
While Capi, with the cup in his jaws, ran through the audience, I danced a Spanish dance on the stage, with Vitalis playing an accompaniment. Would Capi collect forty francs? That was the question which made my heart beat while I smiled at the public in my pleasantest manner. I was out of breath, but I still continued to dance, for I was not to stop until Capi had returned.
But it was Bob's to paint him yellow so that he wouldn't be recognized after we stole him from Policeman Jerry. The judge called Jerry 'intelligent'; he wasn't so very intelligent to let us get Capi away. True, Capi smelled me and almost got off alone. Bob knows the tricks of dog thieves." "And your foot?" "Better, or almost better. I haven't had time to think of it." Night was falling.
"Oh, but we'll get ever so much more with Capi," I insisted. "That's enough," replied my father briefly; "when I say a thing I mean it. No arguments." I said nothing more. As I laid down in my bed that night Mattia whispered in my ear: "Now to-morrow you write to Mother Barberin." Then he jumped into bed.
Irritated against Captain Capi, we passed through Beilitz without stopping, went immediately to Biala, the first town in Poland, and from thence sent Capi a challenge to fight me, with sword or pistol, but received no answer; and his non-appearance has ever confirmed him in my opinion a rascal. And here suffer me to take a retrospective view of what was my then situation.
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