As Log knew now all the dangers that threatened, he slipped away from the woodpile and, when he was outside, took his own shape and hurried back to his comrades.
“Away!” he cried. “We are in great danger!”
They all spurred their horses and rode swiftly on until Three Bottles suddenly cried:
“Hold, comrades, hold! I am faint with hunger!”
“Me, too!” cried Six Bottles.
At that instant a great table, laden with delicious food, appeared before them.
“Look!” cried the one of them.
“Food!” cried the other.
They flung themselves from their horses and ran towards the table. But quick as they were, Log was quicker. He reached the table first and, raising his hand, made the sign of the cross three times. The table disappeared as suddenly as it had come and with it the strange hunger that had but now consumed them.
“Strange!” Three Bottles exclaimed. “I thought I was hungry, but I’m not!”