The forest-keeper opened the door, struck a light in his lantern and stepped in.
"What brought you in here?" he asked of the three grown travelers.
"There is no need to ask. You know that it has been raining," replied the butcher-boy doggedly.
"Yes, but it is not raining now. Go out of here! You might set the cabin on fire, and then the woods would be ablaze."
The triplets were ready in a moment's time, and eager to go, but not so the others.
"The fire is out. What is the use of moving on until daylight?"
"Because it is against orders to allow anyone to stay in this cabin.
Wake up your comrade, and all of you leave."
This was a hard task, for the blacksmith was a sound sleeper, but by dint of calling and pushing they got him partly awake.
"What is it you want?" he said, looking sleepily at the forest-keeper.
"Go out of here. There is no room for you."
"Nor for you! Up, up, and out!"