The Assassins tried to climb also, but they slipped and fell.
Far from giving up the chase, this only spurred them on.

They gathered a bundle of wood, piled it up at the foot of the pine, and set fire to it.
In a twinkling the tree began to sputter and burn like a candle blown by the wind.

Pinocchio saw the flames climb higher and higher.

Not wishing to end his days as a roasted Marionette, he jumped quickly to the ground and off he went, the Assassins close to him, as before.
Dawn was breaking when, without any warning whatsoever, Pinocchio found his path barred by a deep pool full of water the color of muddy coffee.
What was there to do?
With a "One, two, three!" he jumped clear across it.

The Assassins jumped also, but not having measured their distance well--splash!!!--they fell right into the middle of the pool.