“Poor donkey!” exclaimed one of the number. “Do you suppose that a fish of that size will wait your convenience? As soon as he is tired of being here he will start for another place, and then it will be too late.”
“How long does it take to go from here to the shore?” asked the puppet.
“We can be there and back in an hour.”
“Then away!” shouted Pinocchio, “and he who runs fastest is the best!”
Having thus given the signal to start, the boys, with their books and copybooks under their arms, rushed off across the fields, and Pinocchio was always the first—he seemed to have wings to his feet.
From time to time he turned to jeer at his companions, who were some distance behind, and, seeing them panting for breath, covered with dust, and their tongues hanging out of their mouths, he laughed heartily. The unfortunate boy little knew what terrors and horrible disasters he was going to meet with!
XXVII
Pinocchio Is Arrested by the Gendarmes
When he arrived on the shore Pinocchio looked out to sea, but he saw no Dogfish. The sea was as smooth as a great crystal mirror.
“Where is the Dogfish?” he asked, turning to his companions.
“He must have gone to have his breakfast,” said one of them, laughing.
“Or he has thrown himself on to his bed to have a little nap,” added another, laughing still louder.
From their absurd answers and silly laughter Pinocchio perceived that his companions had been making a fool of him, in inducing him to believe a tale with no truth in it. Taking it very badly, he said to them angrily:
“And now, may I ask what fun you could find in deceiving me with the story of the Dogfish?”
“Oh, it was great fun!” answered the little rascals in chorus.
“And in what did it consist?”
“In making you miss school and persuading you to come with us. Are you not ashamed of being always so punctual and so diligent with your lessons? Are you not ashamed of studying so hard?”
“And if I study hard, what concern is it of yours?”
“It concerns us excessively, because it makes us appear in a bad light to the master.”
“Why?”
“Because boys who study make those who, like us, have no wish to learn, seem worse by comparison. And that is too bad. We, too, have our pride!”
“Then what must I do to please you?”
“You must follow our example and hate school, lessons, and the master—our three greatest enemies.”
“And if I wish to continue my studies?”
“In that case we will have nothing more to do with you, and at the first opportunity we will make you pay for it.”
“Really,” said the puppet, shaking his head, “you make me inclined to laugh.”
“Eh, Pinocchio” shouted the biggest of the boys, confronting him. “None of your superior airs: don’t come here to crow over us, for if you are not afraid of us, we are not afraid of you. Remember that you are one against seven of us.”
“Seven, like the seven deadly sins,” said Pinocchio, with a shout of laughter.
“Listen to him! He has insulted us all! He called us the seven deadly sins!”
“Take that to begin with and keep it for your supper tonight,” said one of the boys.
And, so saying, he gave him a blow on the head with his fist.
But it was give and take; for the puppet, as was to be expected, immediately returned the blow, and the fight in a moment became general and desperate.
Pinocchio, although he was one alone, defended himself like a hero. He used his feet, which were of the hardest wood, to such purpose that he kept his enemies at a respectful distance. Wherever they touched they left a bruise by way of reminder.
The boys, becoming furious at not being able to measure themselves hand to hand with the puppet, had recourse to other weapons. Loosening their satchels, they commenced throwing their schoolbooks at him—grammars, dictionaries, spelling-books, geography books, and other scholastic works. But Pinocchio was quick and had sharp eyes, and always managed to duck in time, so that the books passed over his head and all fell into the sea.
Imagine the astonishment of the fish! Thinking that the books were something to eat they all arrived in shoals, but, having tasted a page or two, or a frontispiece, they spat it quickly out and made a wry face that seemed to say: “It isn’t food for us; we are accustomed to something much better!”
The battle meantime had become fiercer than ever, when a big crab, who had come out of the water and had climbed slowly up on the shore, called out in a hoarse voice that sounded like a trumpet with a bad cold:
“Have done with that, you young ruffians, for you are nothing else! These hand-to-hand fights between boys seldom finish well. Some disaster is sure to happen!”
Poor crab! He might as well have preached to the wind. Even that young rascal, Pinocchio, turning around, looked at him mockingly and said rudely:
“Hold your tongue, you tiresome crab! You had better suck some liquorice lozenges to cure that cold in your throat.”
Just then the boys, who had no more books of their own to throw, spied at a little distance the satchel that belonged to Pinocchio, and took possession of it.
Amongst the books there was one bound in strong cardboard with the back and points of parchment. It was a Treatise on Arithmetic.
One of the boys seized this volume and, aiming at Pinocchio’s head, threw it at him with all the force he could muster. But instead of hitting the puppet it struck one of his companions on the temple, who, turning as white as a sheet, said only:
“Oh, mother! help, I am dying!” and fell his whole length on the sand. Thinking he was dead, the terrified boys ran off
