TIG, THE BROWNIE ROBBER
" Oho! " he said in a large voice. " Catch that pixie, servants. He is following us! "
And in a trice Shrimpy was caught and taken before the robber thief. " What shall we do with him? " said one of the servants. " Shall we throw him into the lake? "
" Or tie him to the topmost branch of a tree? " said another. Shrimpy didn't like the sound of this at all. " Please let me join your band," he said, thinking that he could easily escape at any time. " I will do any work you like."
" Ho ho! " laughed Tig. " What! A shrimp like you do work for us! What work could you do? "
" I am very strong," said Shrimpy.
" Well, if he's so strong, let him carry your trunk of coats, Master! " said the brownie whose job it was to carry the trunk on his shoulder all day. He was getting very tired of it.
" Very well," said Tig, with a big grin all over his fat face. " You shall join our band, and carry my trunk, Shrimpy."
So poor Shrimpy had to put the heavy trunk on his small shoulder and carry it about all that day. Dear me, it was heavy! He didn't like it at all, and he wished he hadn't tried to interfere with the robbers. " Never mind," thought Shrimpy, his quick little brain working hard. " Maybe I can find some way to catch the robbers yet. Oh, if only I could!"
It was cold weather. In the daytime the brownies were warm, but at night they shivered and shook. Tig was all right because he just put on a few of his extra coats, and was as warm as toast. But the servants had no extra coats, and they felt very cold indeed.