"Good Wolf! Good Wolf!" he called out, and turned to look for him. But there was no wolf there only a big, white furry dog, who looked so innocent that he would frighten nobody.
The captain slapped his knee.
"Never since I was a robber have I seen such toys!" he cried. "We can sell them to a king for their weight in gold. These two are mine—and I will take the dog." And he picked up a little lion in one hand and a little tiger in another.
"You shall not touch them!" cried out Barty. "You shall not touch——" But he stopped in the middle of saying it because the something very queer was beginning to happen. It began that very minute.