Fritz snatched the wooden elephant out of the older boy's hand. He was about to go into his house when there came a terrible scream from the little boy.
"Mine! My toy! Ow!" he screamed.
Fritz stopped. He looked at the child, who was very ragged and dirty and poor. The youngster's little shoes were torn.
"Here. Take it," said Fritz, handing the elephant to the youngster. "Go home, now," he added, "before that great clumsy one snatches it away from you again."
The delighted tot ran home. The bully limped away in the opposite direction. Fritz rubbed his cheek where the fellow had struck him. Then he started to go into the house.
But as he turned, he almost ran into a great burly figure, which had planted itself in his way. It was his father!