The journey across the rocks was full of difficulties, but the marionette overcame them readily, leaping from rock to rock like a goat.  He walked, walked, walked!  The rocks seemed to have no ending, and the castle, which he imagined he saw in the distance, appeared to be always farther and farther away.  As the marionette drew nearer, the towers began to disappear and the walls to crumble.  He walked on broken-hearted.  Finally he sat down I despair and put his head in his hands.  “Farewell, castle! good-by, roast chicken and soup!” He was about to weep again when he saw in the distance a village of great beauty lying at the foot of a gentle slope.

At the sight he gave a cry of joy and without a moment’s delay set out in that direction.  He leaped over the rocks and bushes, putting to flight several flocks of birds in his haste.  Of course only a marionette could go as fast as he did.  “How beautiful Africa is! said he.  “If I had known this I would have come here long ago.”

In a short time he reached the main square of the town.  Men, women, and children were lounging about, gossiping, buying, and selling.  When they saw the marionette they gathered around him, and many began to shout:  “It is Pinocchio!  Look, here is Pinocchio!  Pinocchio!  Pinocchio!”

“Well, this is strange!” said the marionette to himself.  “I am known even in Africa.  Surely I am a great person.”

Like most great men, Pinocchio was annoyed at his noisy reception.  In some anger he made his way through the crowd, pushing people right and left with his elbows.  He ran down a side street and finally stopped before a restaurant, over which was the sign printed in huge letters:Marionettes served here."This is what I have been looking for,” said Pinocchio, and he went in.

14.  Pinocchio Is Arrested

Pinocchio found himself facing a man of about fifty years of age.  He was stout and good-natured, and like all good hosts, asked what the gentleman would have to eat.  Pinocchio, hearing himself called “gentleman,” swelled with pride, and very gravely gave his order.  He was served promptly, and devoured everything before him in a way known only to hungry marionettes.

In the meantime the innkeeper eyed his customer from head to foot.  He addressed Pinocchio in a very respectful manner, but the marionette gave only short answers.  Persons of rank ate here, and to appear like one of them he could not allow himself to waste words on common folk.

   Having finished his meal, the marionette asked for something to
   drink.

“What is this drink called?” he asked, as he put down the glass and thrust his thumb into his vest pocket after the manner of a gentleman.

   “Nectar, your excellency.”

Upon hearing himself called “excellency” Pinocchio fairly lost his head.  He felt a strange lightness in his feet; indeed, he found it hard work to resist the temptation to get up and dance.  “I knew that in Africa I should make my fortune,” he thought, and called for a box of cigarettes.