"You must settle that matter between yourself and the dog. Perhaps he
will follow the car if he sees you in it."

"Can I stand on the platform where he can see me?"

"No, it is against orders; but you can sit at the window at the end of
the car, where he can see you."

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" and the three quickly boarded the car. Fritz
took the place designated, and they were off, while Pixy, who believed
that his master was deserting him, ran barking and howling in their
track.

At every stoppage of the car, Pixy sprang up to the window, but Fritz
knew better than to speak one comforting word, although his heart ached
for his forlorn traveling companion who must walk--or rather run, and
run fast to keep up with the rapidly moving car. At length Pixy learned
the lesson of experience. As there was no chance for him at the back end
of the car, he would try the front, so at the next stopping-place, he
flew along the length of the car, sprang on the front platform and
curled about the feet of the motorman.

"See here, boy, you must get out, and take your dog. It is against
orders for a dog to be on the platform."

"We will go out, too," said Franz and Paul, jumping up to follow their
leader.

"Give us back our money," said Fritz, holding out his hand, when they