"But, brothers," Janko begged, "please let me go, too!"
"No!" they told him shortly. "You can stay home and look after the farm!"
But their father when he heard the discussion said, no, Janko was also to go as he was the bravest of them all. After that the brothers, because they didn't want their father to tell how they had been afraid and run away, had to agree.
So the next morning early the three of them started out, each with a wallet well-stocked with food.
"How are we going to get rid of the Booby?" the second one whispered.
"Trust me!" the oldest one whispered back with a wink.
Presently they came to a crossroads where three roads branched. Now the oldest brother knew that after a short distance two of the roads came together again. So he motioned the second brother slyly that he was to take the middle road. Then he said:
"Brothers, let us part here and each take a different road. Do you agree?"
"Yes," the other two said, "we agree."
"Then suppose Janko take the left-hand road."