And just as Marjorie was about to reply a dark shadow passing overhead caused all of the children to look up.
A pair of large webbed feet were seen slowly paddling above them, and beyond them the outline of a bird’s body could be traced.
Marjorie seized Dick’s arm excitedly. “Look! look!” she exclaimed, hastily, “the Dodo!”
CHAPTER VIII.
THE DODO AT LAST.
“I really believe it is the Dodo,” said Dick. “Only I’m not quite sure if his feet were webbed.”
“Oh, I don’t think they were,” declared Marjorie. “Now don’t you think,” she continued, excitedly, “that it would be best for us just to swim quietly up to him, and catch hold of his legs; you see, he couldn’t possibly get away then, and——”
“All right,” interrupted Dick. “Come on—steady now, so as not to alarm him.”