ing, and what a horrible dream it was! He was almost distracted. His eyes saw double. His legs trembled. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and he could not say a word. And yet in his dazed condition he felt a pang in his heart at the thought of passing under the window of the good Fairy guarded as he was by gendarmes. He would rather have died.
They had almost reached the village and were just entering it, when a gust of wind blew Pinocchio's cap off his head and carried it along the road over which they had just come.
"Will you allow me to get my hat?" he asked of his guards.
"Yes, but be quick about it."
The puppet ran after his cap, but he did not put it on his head. He caught it between his teeth, and then began to run toward the sea as fast as he could go, speeding like a cannon ball. The gendarmes, seeing that it would be difficult to catch him, sent on his trail a bloodhound that had won all the first prizes at all the dog shows. Pinocchio ran, and the dog flew after him. The people hear-
