self, and not knowing where to hide his gold pieces he put them in his mouth precisely under his tongue.
Then he tried to escape. But he had not gone a step when he felt himself seized by the arm, and heard two horrid sepulchral voices saying to him:
'Your money or your life!'
Pinocchio, not being able to answer in words, owing to the money that was in his mouth, made a thousand low bows and a thousand pantomimes. He tried thus to make the two muffled figures, whose eyes were only visible through the holes in their sacks, understand that he was a poor puppet, and that he had not as much as a false farthing in his pocket.
'Come now! Less nonsense and out with the money!' cried the two brigands threateningly.
And the puppet made a gesture with his hands to signify: 'I have got none.'
'Deliver up your money or you are dead,' said the tallest of the brigands.
'Dead!' repeated the other. 'And after we have killed you, we will also kill your father.'
'Also your father!'
'No, no, no, not my poor papa!' cried Pinocchio in a despairing tone; and as he said it, the sovereigns clinked in his mouth.
'Ah! you rascal! Then you have hidden
