"Oh yes, and we got along very nicely. Now you just go quietly to sleep, and you may be sure that before we go we will leave a nice fat chicken for your breakfast tomorrow morning. Do we understand each other?"
"Very well,” replied Pinocchio, but he shook his head in the dark as if he could have said, "We'll talk more about this later."
When the four weasels felt that they were safe from harm they ran boldly toward the chicken coop which was very near the dog house, and having opened the wooden gate with their teeth and claws they filed in one by one. But hardly were they inside when they heard the gate close with a bang.
Who had closed the door? It was Pinocchio, who, not satisfied with the latch that held the door shut, put a big stone there besides, and then began to bark and bark, just like a watchdog—bu! bu! bu! At the sound the farmer jumped out of bed, took his gun and ran to the window, calling,
"What is the matter?"
"The robbers are here," Pinocchio answered.
