and in five minutes were asleep.

Pixy considered the situation for a minute, then sprang upon the foot of
the bed, curled around and was soon in the land of dreams.

All went well until Fritz had a troubled dream. He had fallen out of
bed, had rolled under it, and thought he was in a trunk with the lid
partly shut down and he could not get out, so set up a wailing cry.

"What is the matter in there?" called the landlord from outside the
door.

"Oh, I don't know where I am!" cried Fritz.

"Well, open the door and I will soon see. Oh, it is locked. Well, never
mind. I will come through the portiere way."

He soon appeared with a light, and Fritz crept from under the bed and
sat blinking beside it.

The three boys were astonished to see the landlord in their room without
having to ask them to remove the barricade. They did not know that the
portiere hung before an open door leading into the hall as did the one
they had taken so much trouble to make secure.

"Now, boys," he said, laughing heartily, "have you lost your senses, or
had you none to lose? Now tell me, Fritz, why were you under the bed?"

"I don't know how I got there, but I dreamed that I was in a trunk and
the lid was almost down, and I could not raise it."