"Out in the rain? No. I will not go," and he lay down again.
The other two drew him to his feet, and told him that it was the forest-keeper who was commanding them to leave the cabin.
"But where are we to go?" he asked. "We cannot sleep out in the rain."
"No, you are all to follow me to my house. I can have an eye over you there, and it will be less of an anxiety than to leave you to yourselves in this cabin."
They all passed out, the triplets with Pixy keeping close to the forester and his lantern.
CHAPTER XII
A WELL-SPRING OF PLEASURE
They walked what seemed to the boys a long distance through the forest. The rain had ceased, and the moon was trying to shed its rays through thin clouds, but in the dense shade the only light was the little circle upon the moist earth, given by the small lantern.
After a time a voice cried, "Who goes there?"
"Hans Hartman, my good friend," replied the forest-keeper.