put his
sack under his head for a pillow, and the landlord, when he thought the
young man was sound asleep, came, and, stooping down, pulled gently at
the sack, so as to remove it cautiously, and put another in its place.
The turner had only been waiting for this to happen, and just as the
landlord was giving a last courageous pull, he cried, "Stick, out of the
sack!" Out flew the stick directly, and laid to heartily on the
landlord's back; and in vain he begged for mercy; the louder he cried
the harder the stick beat time on his back, until he fell exhausted to
the ground. Then the turner said,

"If you do not give me the table and the ass directly, this game shall
begin all over again."

"Oh dear, no!" cried the landlord, quite collapsed; "I will gladly give
it all back again if you will only make this terrible goblin go back
into the sack."

Then said the young man, "I will be generous instead of just, but
beware!" Then he cried, "Stick, into the sack!" and left him in peace.

The next morning the turner set out with the table and the ass on his
way home to his father. The tailor was very glad, indeed, to see him
again, and asked him what he had learned abroad.

"My dear father," answered he, "I am become a turner."

"A very ingenious handicraft," said the father. "And what have you
brought with you from your travels?"

"A very valuable thing, dear father," answered the son. "A stick in a
sack!"

"What!" cried the father. "A stick! The thing is not worth so much
trouble when you can cut one from any tree."

"But it is not a common stick, dear father," said the young man. "When I
say, 'Stick, out of the bag!' out jumps the stick upon any one who means
harm to me, and makes him dance again, and does not leave off till he
is beaten to the earth, and asks pardon. Just look here, with this stick
I have recovered the table and the ass which the thieving landlord had
taken from my two brothers. Now, let them both be sent for, and bid all
the neighbours too, and they shall eat and drink to their hearts'
content, and I will fill their pockets with gold."

The old tailor could not quite believe in such a thing, but he called
his sons and all the neighbours together. Then the turner brought in the
ass, opened a cloth before him, and said to his brother,

"Now, my dear brother, speak to him." And the miller said,
"Bricklebrit!" and immediately the cloth was covered with gold pieces,
until they had all got more than