"Now that is right, and you may thank this notice which has warned you.
Just see how easily one expert pick-pocket could have gotten your money
had you not been warned," and he showed Fritz how it could be done.

Pixy had kept his eyes upon the stranger and when he saw his hand glide
down to the pocket, he gave a low growl.

"Be quiet, Pixy!" said his master. "Don't you know a friend from an
enemy? Excuse my dog's bad manners, please; he is not in a good humor.
Some street boys attacked us, and he had to fight them off."

"Don't say a word, my dear boy. He is a faithful servant. If he is
jealous of a friend, he would have a still sharper eye upon an enemy if
one should happen along. Now, Pixy, good, brave dog, eat this piece of
candy, and let us be friends."

He took the candy from his vest pocket and offered it, but Pixy scorned
the gift, and gave an angry growl.

"Oh well, doggie, I will not trouble you any longer," and he put the
candy back in his pocket. "Now I must away. Bye-bye, my boy, and
beware--of--pick-pockets," and he disappeared around the corner.

Pixy sprang up to follow, but the boy called him back.

"Franz was right, Pixy, when he said you have no sense," complained
Fritz, as the dog continued to give dissatisfied growls. "You don't know
a kind, good man from a thief and dislike him only because he is a
stranger. Yes," he said to himself, as he walked along back to the
store, "it was real kind in him to warn me, for he did not know but I