with street curs. Fritz ran to protect his pet, who was taking his own
part bravely, and Peter, the waiter at the inn, ran with a bucket of
cold water which he dashed upon the circling mass of yelpers, and the
fight was brought to a sudden finish.

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. I
will mend it as well as I can, and when you get there, your aunt can
mend it better. Now see what trouble your dog has brought upon you!"

"Pixy didn't tear my pants. It was one of the strange dogs. I am glad I
brought him."

"No, your dog did not tear them, but if he had not been here there
would not have been a fight."

"But he did not commence it. They fought him, and he had to defend
himself."

"That too is true, but they do not wish a strange dog among them, nor
will other dogs he meets on his travels. So he should have been left at
home. Now go up to your room and take one of the boys with you to bring
down your trousers, and I will do the best I can to mend them."

This was done, and Fritz sat disconsolately upon a chair waiting for the