At twelve o'clock that day he found himself in the outskirts of a town,
with the same uncomfortable appetite that he had felt the day before,
but with no hotel or restaurant anywhere near. There was, however, a
small house, the outer door of which stood conveniently open. Through
the open window, Carl saw a table spread as if for dinner, and he
thought it probable that he could arrange to become a boarder for a
single meal. He knocked at the door, but no one came. He shouted out:
"Is anybody at home?" and received no answer. He went to a small barn
just outside and peered in, but no one was to be seen.

What should he do? He was terribly hungry, and the sight of the food on
the table was tantalizing.

"I'll go in, as the door is open," he decided, "and sit down to the
table and eat. Somebody will be along before I get through, and I'll pay
whatever is satisfactory, for eat I must."

He entered, seated himself, and ate heartily. Still no one appeared.

"I don't want to go off without paying," thought Carl. "I'll see if I
can find somebody."

He opened the door into the kitchen, but it was deserted. Then he opened
that of a small bedroom, and started back in terror and dismay.

There suspended from a hook--a man of middle age was hanging, with his
head bent forward, his eyes wide open, and his tongue protruding from
his mouth!