"We're tourists," said the Dodo, importantly. "These--ahem--gentlemen, and this lady and myself, are on our way to visit the Ichthyosaurus, while you are merely a common or garden parrot, and not at all fit and proper person for us to be seen talking to. Come along," he added to the others, grandly, and started to walk off with his beak in the air.

"Hoity, toity! Not so fast," said the parrot. "I've no doubt you think yourself very grand with your kid gloves and your consequential airs; but allow me to inform you that _I_ am some one of consequence in these parts, too. I am a police officer, and regulate the traffic, so move on, there, and don't block the way."

"Oh!" cried Marjorie, "if this--er--" (she was going to say "bird," but thought perhaps the parrot might be offended, and she certainly couldn't say "gentleman," so she got out of it this way)--"if this is a police officer, perhaps he could be kind enough to direct us to where the steamboats start for England."

"I daresay I _could_ if I wanted to," said the parrot, ungraciously, "but I don't choose. Move on! You are stopping the traffic."

"What nonsense! you ridiculous bird; there is not any traffic," said d.i.c.k.

"Oh! isn't there? A lot _you_ know about it," replied the parrot.

"There's a vehicle coming along this way now."

The children turned around, and, sure enough, there was a something coming down the road, though what it was the children couldn't determine till it came a little closer. They waited and waited, but it scarcely seemed to move at all, and, at last, d.i.c.k, whose curiosity was greatly aroused, proposed going to meet it.

"Let's go and fetch the clothes the Walrus gave us first," suggested Marjorie, wisely, and so they ran off to the rock behind which they had hidden them.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "The snowshoes seemed to puzzle them somewhat."]

To their great surprise, they found a party of apes and monkeys calmly trying the things on, and apparently enjoying themselves very much indeed. The snowshoes seemed to puzzle them considerably, however, and they were undecided whether to regard them as musical instruments or a novel form of headgear.

"Hi! Just you put those clothes down at once!" shouted d.i.c.k. "How dare you interfere with our things!"

"They're not yours," said one of the monkeys. "Findings keepings. We found them, and so they are ours."

"Indeed they are not. Give them back at once!" demanded d.i.c.k.

"Shan't!" screamed the monkeys, impudently, and, scampering up into the trees beyond the children's reach, they made grimaces at them, and openly defied them. Indeed, one of them went so far as to climb up into a cocoanut palm and began pelting the children with the nuts.

Fortunately, none of them reached the mark, however, and the children, hastily gathered one or two of the cocoanuts, abandoned the clothes, which, really, were not of much value to them now, and fled.

This little incident had almost driven from their mind the recollection of the vehicle which they had seen in the high-road, but a rumbling sound, as they neared the place where they had last seen it, reminded them of the fact, and they hurried up to the spot from whence the sounds proceeded.

[Ill.u.s.tration: "'I shall get very angry in a minute,' said the Dodo."]

To their great astonishment, they found a clumsy-looking cart, somewhat resembling the pictures which they had seen of the old Roman chariots, to the shafts of which a sleepy-looking sloth-bear was attached.

"Ha! ha! what a funny horse," laughed Fidge. "It is a horse, isn't it, d.i.c.k?"

"No," said d.i.c.k; "I don't think so."

"Horse! no, indeed," said the Dodo. "It's a kind of camel."

"I ain't," said the sloth-bear, with a yawn.

"You shouldn't say 'ain't,'" said the Dodo, rebukingly. "What are you, then?"

There was no answer, the creature had gone to sleep.

"Wake up! wake up!" cried the Dodo, shaking him violently. "The idea of dropping off to sleep when any one is talking to you!"

"I thought you were going to preach," explained the sloth-bear. "You began talking about something that I shouldn't do or say, and I always go to sleep when people talk to me like that--it's so stupid of them."

"Where are you going to?" asked the Dodo.

"I don't know," was the reply. "Where are you?"

"We want to get to the place where the steamers start for England,"

explained Marjorie.

"Jump in, then," said the sloth-bear, jerking his head in the direction of the cart; and the children, highly delighted at the prospect of a ride, all scrambled in.

d.i.c.k took the reins, and Marjorie made herself comfortable beside him, while Fidge dangled his legs over the back of the "chariot," the Dodo solemnly squatting down at his side, with his gloves carefully displayed, and his necktie properly adjusted.

"Now then," said d.i.c.k, shaking the reins, "we are ready to start. Go on, please."

There was no answer, and it transpired that the creature was asleep again.

"Good gracious!" said the Dodo, impatiently, "we shall never get anywhere at this rate. I say, do wake up," he cried, going up to the sloth-bear and giving him a good shake.

"Oh! are you ready?" said that individual, waking up slowly. "Come on, then!" and he took two or three steps forward, and then stopped to rest, his eyes gradually closing, and his head beginning to sink.

"Come, come!" said the Dodo, getting in front of him, grasping the reins, and pulling with all his might. "I shall get very angry with you in a minute. It's perfectly ridiculous going on in this way; however do you imagine we are to get to our destination if you waste time in this manner?"

The answer was a loud snore from the sloth-bear, who had once more fallen into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER XI.

THE SKIPPER OF THE ARGONAUT.

"Well, of all the stupid creatures," said the Dodo, "I think that this is the most remarkable. Here, I say! Wake up, will you!" and he gave the reins another sharp pull.

The sloth-bear blinked his eyes, sleepily, and muttered, "What's up?"

"Why, aren't you going to make a start?" inquired the Dodo, angrily; "how do you suppose we shall ever get to our destination if you go on like this?"

The sloth-bear, after staring vacantly awhile slowly shook his head.

"Speed not to exceed quarter of a mile an hour, them's my orders," he said, "and four times nine is--er--ninety-nine, so you'll get there about next Thursday week. Y--ah--a--a--ow," and he gave another tremendous yawn, as his head sank between his knees again.

"Good gracious! what's to be done?" said d.i.c.k, getting down from the chariot. "It's not the slightest use our trying to go anywhere in this thing."

"What did he mean by saying four times nine were ninety-nine? They ain't," said Fidge, "'cos I know my 'four times,' and four nines are thirty-six."

"Perhaps it was something to do with the number of miles we shall have to travel before we reach the place where the ships start from,"

suggested Marjorie.