The Adventures of Pinocchio - Chapter
"Dear, oh, dear! When I come to
think of it," said the
Marionette to himself, as he once more set out on his
journey, "we boys are really very unlucky. Everybody
scolds us, everybody gives us advice, everybody warns us.
If we were to allow it, everyone would try to be father
and mother to us; everyone, even the Talking Cricket.
Take me, for example. Just because I would not listen to
that bothersome Cricket, who knows how many misfortunes
may be awaiting me! Assassins indeed! At least
I have never believed in them, nor ever will. To speak
sensibly, I think assassins have been invented by fathers
and mothers to frighten children who want to run away
at night. And then, even if I were to meet them on
the road, what matter? I'll just run up to them, and say,
`Well, signori, what do you want? Remember that you
can't fool with me! Run along and mind your business.'
At such a speech, I can almost see those poor fellows
running like the wind. But in case they don't run away,
I can always run myself. . ."
Pinocchio was not given time to argue any longer, for
he heard a slight rustle among the leaves behind him.
He turned to look and behold, there in the darkness
stood two big black shadows, wrapped from head to foot
in black sacks. The two figures leaped toward him as
softly as if they were ghosts.
"Here they come!" Pinocchio
said to himself, and,
not knowing where to hide the gold pieces, he stuck all
four of them under his tongue.
He tried to run away, but hardly had he taken a step,
when he felt his arms grasped and heard two horrible,
deep voices say to him: "Your money or your life!"
On account of the gold pieces in his mouth, Pinocchio
could not say a word, so he tried with head and hands
and body to show, as best he could, that he was only a
poor Marionette without a penny in his pocket.
"Come, come, less nonsense,
and out with your money!"
cried the two thieves in threatening voices.
Once more, Pinocchio's head and
hands said, "I haven't
"Out with that money or you're a dead man," said
taller of the two Assassins.
"Dead man," repeated
"And after having killed
you, we will kill your father also."
"Your father also!"
"No, no, no, not my Father!" cried
Pinocchio, wild with terror;
but as he screamed, the gold pieces tinkled together in
"Ah, you rascal! So that's
the game! You have the
money hidden under your tongue. Out with it!"
But Pinocchio was as stubborn as ever.
"Are you deaf? Wait, young
man, we'll get it from
you in a twinkling!"
One of them grabbed the Marionette by the nose and
the other by the chin, and they pulled him unmercifully
from side to side in order to make him open his mouth.
All was of no use. The Marionette's lips might have
been nailed together. They would not open.
In desperation the smaller of the two Assassins pulled
out a long knife from his pocket, and tried to pry Pinocchio's
mouth open with it.
Quick as a flash, the Marionette sank his teeth deep
into the Assassin's hand, bit it off and spat it out. Fancy
his surprise when he saw that it was not a hand, but a
Encouraged by this first victory, he freed himself from
the claws of his assailers and, leaping over the bushes
along the road, ran swiftly across the fields. His pursuers
were after him at once, like two dogs chasing a hare.
After running seven miles or so, Pinocchio was well-
nigh exhausted. Seeing himself lost, he climbed up a
giant pine tree and sat there to see what he could see.
The Assassins tried to climb also, but they slipped and
Far from giving up the chase, this only spurred them on.
They gathered a bundle of wood, piled it up at the
foot of the pine, and set fire to it. In a twinkling the
tree began to sputter and burn like a candle blown by
the wind. Pinocchio saw the flames climb higher and
higher. Not wishing to end his days as a roasted
Marionette, he jumped quickly to the ground and off he
the Assassins close to him, as before.
Dawn was breaking when, without any warning whatsoever,
Pinocchio found his path barred by a deep pool full
of water the color of muddy coffee.
What was there to do? With a "One,
he jumped clear across it. The Assassins jumped also,
but not having measured their distance well--splash!!!--
they fell right into the middle of the pool. Pinocchio
who heard the splash and felt it, too, cried out, laughing,
but never stopping in his race:
"A pleasant bath to you,
He thought they must surely be drowned and turned
his head to see. But there were the two somber figures
still following him, though their black sacks were drenched
and dripping with water.