Then they went back to sleep.
"You must believe me," cried poor Tony. "Run away before it is too late!"
"Stop your silly talk," said one of the beggars. "If you do not let us sleep, we shall have you arrested as a mad sorcerer!"
Tony stole away with Tina under his arm. There was only one thing for him to do. He must wake the town.
Soon dawn would come. Then the mountain would begin to shoot flames and the whole city would rock.
He knocked at doors and tried to arouse the people. But angry, sleepy voices told him to go away. Nobody would believe him.
Tony began to wonder whether anyone would ever believe him again. He had lied so often. And now he was a thief besides!
He thought of little Anna. He had lied to her and he had stolen her pet. He would be punished by the fire-mountain for all his wickedness!