"We have not much money to waste for lodging," remarked Fritz, "and if we sleep in three beds we will have to pay for three; let us all sleep in one, and we will have to pay for but one."
This was a great stroke of policy, and the others agreed heartily. Although each bed was only intended for one grown person, the boys thought they could manage it.
"Let Paul sleep in the middle because he is the slimmest," Fritz said.
"I will sleep back and Franz can sleep front."
This met with approval and then Franz made a suggestion.
"Wise travelers always put their money under their pillows," he said, "then a burglar cannot get it without waking them. We will tie the three pocketbooks together, and put them under Paul's head, then a robber would have to reach over Fritz or me to get it."
This was considered an excellent scheme, and the three dropped into bed and in five minutes were asleep.
Pixy considered the situation for a minute, then sprang upon the foot of the bed, curled around and was soon in the land of dreams.
All went well until Fritz had a troubled dream. He had fallen out of bed, had rolled under it, and thought he was in a trunk with the lid partly shut down and he could not get out, so set up a wailing cry.
"What is the matter in there?" called the landlord from outside the door.
"Oh, I don't know where I am!" cried Fritz.