to the porch, where Pixy ran quickly and drank as if he was afraid the
basin would be taken away from him.

"Now, boys, I must go on home," said Mr. Furman as he shook hands with
them. "Good-bye! Remember me to your fathers, and take good care of
Pixy."




CHAPTER III

AT THE SWAN INN


The moment the carriage was out of sight the boys turned to their own
needs.

"I don't believe I was ever so hungry in my life," ejaculated Franz, and
the others agreed with him, and set about the best way to have their
hunger satisfied.

"Mr. Swan, what have you for supper?" asked Fritz.

The landlord laughed heartily at the name, but as the boy had given it
in all sincerity, thinking that, as it was the Swan Inn, it must take
its name from its owner, he did not correct him. Instead, he asked a
question in response.

"What would you like to have?"