The promise quieted the brothers but no amount of calling could bring Russli back, and finally Vinzi had to run after him, to persuade him he would not lose his valuable property. Now the boys seated themselves in a close circle for all wanted to see how Vinzi did it. He was kept playing on and on, everything he knew, and when he had no more tunes, he made up melodies from the sound of the bells and the song of the birds he had heard.
As he played on, his audience had grown, for the boys from the other pastures had waited in vain for Faz and Jos and one after another had come seeking them. Once there, they tarried, for the music pleased them all, and the afternoon slipped away unnoticed.
Suddenly one of the crowd called out, "It's six o'clock! I hear the horn!"
They quickly scattered, but one after another called back to Vinzi, "Bring it tomorrow! Bring it with you tomorrow!"
WHEN VINZI STOPPED, JOS EXCLAIMED, "TEACH ME!"
It was now necessary for Jos and Faz to hurry to drive their cows together and set off on the homeward journey, and as Jos was in full run for his cattle, he called:
"Vinzi, keep the little chap with you on the way home; that will be helping us."
When they approached the house, they saw the father standing in the doorway waiting to receive them. When they came near, he called out, "Well, how did you get along the first day, young cousin? How do you like our pasture?"
"A pipe, look at my pipe!" lustily shouted Russli. "Here, take it, father, it sounds lovely."