So they all started off, Mr. Jonah and the three Noah boys following Capt. Noah, and after walking for some time they came to the top of a hill, from which they had a good view of the island. And not very far away were all the animals, enjoying themselves to their hearts' content.
Capt. Noah took his bugle and blew a long blast, and at once all the animals looked around.
Then he blew again, and after that the animals formed in line with the Elephant at their head and marched toward them.
When they reached the Ark the gang-plank was lowered and they all marched aboard.
Everything below decks was in apple-pie order and the animals all seemed glad to be once more back in the Ark.
"All's well that ends well," said Capt. Noah, turning to Mr. Jonah. "My duty is to land these animals safely after the rain is over. But it looks to me as if it were going to commence again."
"There's a big black cloud in the west," shouted the Weathercock, who had flown up to his perch on the flagpole and was keeping a sharp lookout.
"Yes, I guess we're going to have some nasty weather," said Capt. Noah. "Let us hurry and get the Ark afloat."
In a few minutes the great boat was in motion, and after a short run down to the water, it once more rode the waves.
"You'd better come down to the cabin," Capt. Noah called out to the Weathercock as a flash of lightning passed across the sky. "We're going to have a storm, and you may be blown off your perch."