In response to the cries a number of other birds came flying to the rescue, and "splush," "splash," sounded on all sides as they settled down on the water.

"What is the matter?" cried several voices at once.

"Oh!" cried the bird which the children had captured, beating his wings about violently, and creating a terrible confusion, "a crab or something has caught hold of my legs, and I am being killed--help!--save me!--save me!"

A confused sound of voices followed, and presently one or two heads appeared below the water; they were hastily withdrawn, however, and with an alarmed cry of "Sharks!" the other birds all flew away, leaving their luckless companion to his fate.

The bird, when he found himself deserted by his friends, made more frantic efforts than ever to escape; and the beating of his wings upon the water caused the whole party to move slowly along.

"What are we to do now?" whispered Marjorie; "we can't drag him underneath, or he'd be drowned, you know."

"Oh, let's hang on," cried d.i.c.k, "perhaps he will drag us along till we come to land somewhere. I say," he shouted, "are you the Dodo, or not?"

His voice could evidently not be heard above the water, for there was no reply from the bird, which continued making a terrific outcry, using every effort to get away from them.

Presently, just as d.i.c.k had suggested, some rocks came in sight, and the children could see that they were being gradually dragged tards the sh.o.r.e.

In a few minutes they had the satisfaction of being able to scramble out of the water, when they discovered, to their great dismay, that their captive was not the Dodo at all, but a great wild goose, who, when they hurriedly released his legs waddled awkwardly ash.o.r.e, and gazed at them with reproachful eyes.

A little way inland the Dodo himself could be seen standing, surrounded by an excited group of birds, who, when they caught sight of the children emerging from the water, immediately took to flight, screaming in horrified tones--

"The Sharks! The Sharks! Here come the Sharks!"

The Dodo tried to follow their example, and for a moment it looked as though the children would lose him after all; but it soon became evident that the creature could not fly, for after wildly beating the air for awhile, with his little apologies for wings, the miserable bird fell squalling into the water, while his companions disappeared in the distance.

"Help! Help!" he screamed, as he struggled with the waves. "Don't you see that I'm drowning? Oh! Oh! Help! Help!"

"Swim ash.o.r.e," cried the children.

"I can't," was the reply, in a faint voice. "I can't swim. Oh!--oh!

there go my poor, dear gloves." This last as his wings, which he had been holding up out of the water, sank exhausted to his side.

d.i.c.k plunged in, and soon brought the bird to sh.o.r.e, where he stood for a moment or two, ruefully regarding his white kid gloves, which the salt water had completely ruined, while the bow of his necktie had slipped around to the back of his neck.

"A pretty figure I shall cut now at the Ichthyosaurus' At Home," he grumbled. "It's all your fault, too," he declared, ungratefully disregarding the fact that d.i.c.k had just rescued him from a watery grave. "What do you want with me, anyhow?"

"Why, you see," hastily explained d.i.c.k, "the Amba.s.sador to the Little Panjandrum sent us in search of you, and if we don't take you back in less than a week we're to be--er--er--something with an awfully long name----"

"I know--Subtrans.e.xdistricated, that's it, isn't it?" said the Dodo.

"They always threaten to do that to people. Ough! its perfectly horrible" he cried, shuddering.

"What's it like?" asked the children, in an awe-stricken whisper.

"Why," explained the Dodo, "you are mygrylaled in pslmsms till you saukle, and then you are taken out and gopheled on both sides for a fortnight. Ough! it's dreadful to think about, and I wouldn't dream of putting you to the risk of having it done to you. So I suppose I shall have to go back," he added, with a sigh. "It's jolly awkward, though!

Oh, I _hate_ him!" he said, stamping his claw violently.

"Who?" inquired the children.

"The Little Panjandrum," was the reply. "Nasty, consequential little prig! And who is he, I should like to know? Panjandrums are not to be mentioned in the same breath as Dodos--we are a much more ancient family than they are, and, besides, _we_ are extinct," he said, proudly.

"Oh, yes, of course," agreed d.i.c.k, who did not care to go into the Dodo private grievances, and who certainly did not care to run the risk of being "gopheled on both sides," whatever that might mean; "but don't you think we had better be going now?"

"How are we going to get back?" demanded the Dodo, abruptly. "I can't swim and I can't fly. You'll have to carry me."

"Good gracious!" exclaimed Marjorie, in dismay. "I'm sure we can't do that! Why, you are as big as we are!"

"Well, I'm sure I don't know what is to be done," said the Dodo. "I won't get into the water again for _any one_, so there."

Just then, Fidge, who had been playing on the sh.o.r.e, ran back with the news that the little thin fish wanted to speak to them.

"Oh! Sorry to trouble you," he began, popping his head out of the water and raising his hat politely; "but His Majesty sent me to inquire how you were getting on. I see you have found him," he added, pointing to the Dodo.

"Yes; but now we are in another fix," cried the children; "we don't know how to get the creature home."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "The Dodo cut a strange figure."]

"Who are you calling a creature?" said the Dodo, sulkily.

"Well, what else are you?" demanded d.i.c.k. "You're an awful nuisance, anyhow, and _I_ don't know how we are going to get you away from this place, I'm sure."

"There are the Dolphins," suggested the little fish.

"Why, yes, of course," cried d.i.c.k. "I had forgotten them. I suppose you can ride a Dolphin, can't you?" he inquired of the Dodo.

"Don't know. Never tried. Daresay I could," answered the bird, sullenly.

The fish disappeared, and returned a few minutes later with the three Dolphins in tow.

Fidge was more than delighted to see the "horses," as he called them, again, and lost no time in getting astride of one; the others followed more deliberately, Marjorie taking her seat beside Fidge on the same fish.

The Dodo cut a strange figure, and looked very nervous at first, as he clung to the slippery back of his strange steed.

He seemed to feel at ease after a time, however, and when the children had bade their kind little friend, the thin fish, "Good-by," the party started off at a fine pace.

"By the bye, have you any idea where we are going to?" remarked the Dodo, after they had been rushing along for some time.

"Good gracious, no!" exclaimed d.i.c.k. "I thought you were directing us."

"I haven't the remotest idea where we are," said the Dodo, coolly.

"Why, then, we're lost!" cried Marjorie, in dismay.

"Mother told me," said Fidge, solemnly, "that if I ever got lost, I was to ask a policeman to take me home."

[Ill.u.s.tration: "At the entrance was a large walrus smoking."]

"Yes, but I'm afraid there are no policemen about here," laughed the others.