"Will we give him anything?" whispered Paul.
"No," replied Fritz. "I would think if Mr. Furman paid for all, he would not forget to give Peter something for waiting upon us. Come on."
Had they opened their hearts to give the waiting Peter a few pennies, it would have saved them much anxiety, but they walked away without casting one backward glance.
They felt somewhat weary from their walk of the day before, yet enjoyed the fresh air, the song of the birds, the fragrant smell of woods and meadows; and Pixy frolicked along sometimes before and sometimes behind them, but never losing sight of his master.
They had walked more than a mile when Fritz halted suddenly and grasped the arm of Paul.
"Did you take our money from under your pillow?" he asked.
"I? No, I never thought about it. You put it under the pillow, and I have never thought of it since seeing you put it there."
"Now, Paul, it was Franz and I who went to the other beds, you were left in the one where the money was hidden. You must have it, and are only trying to scare us. Of course, you would not leave it under the pillow."
"Of course I did! I tell you that I never thought of it once."
"Then, Franz, you would not forget it. Certainly you have it in your pocket."