Of course we all rushed through the gate at once, and the station-master catching sight of Kis-Smee, who had meanwhile slipped his chain, fled up the platform in dismay.
Kis-Smee, evidently thinking him fair game, started off in pursuit, and it was not till the station-master had bolted into his office and locked the door that we could get him to come back to our call.
FLED UP THE PLATFORM IN DISMAY.
So soon as we got into the street we met the Turtle and the Pelican, walking arm-in-arm, and each smoking a cigarette.
“Hullo, Wallypug!” exclaimed the Pelican. “Why, we thought you were at Wei-hai-wei.”
“Wer-har-wei, you mean,” laughed his Majesty.
“It’s all the same,” announced the Pelican. “Well, how have you been getting on?”
His Majesty explained as briefly as possible the adventures we had passed through, and then inquired how affairs were progressing at Why.