“Who are you calling a creature?” said the Dodo, sulkily.
“Well, what else are you?” demanded Dick. “You’re an awful nuisance, anyhow, and I don’t know how we are going to get you away from this place, I’m sure.”
“There are the Dolphins,” suggested the little fish.
“Why, yes, of course,” cried Dick. “I had forgotten them. I suppose you can ride a Dolphin, can’t you?” he inquired of the Dodo.
“Don’t know. Never tried. Daresay I could,” answered the bird, sullenly.
The fish disappeared, and returned a few minutes later with the three Dolphins in tow.
Fidge was more than delighted to see the “horses,” as he called them, again, and lost no time in getting astride of one; the others followed more deliberately, Marjorie taking her seat beside Fidge on the same fish.
The Dodo cut a strange figure, and looked very nervous at first, as he clung to the slippery back of his strange steed.
He seemed to feel at ease after a time, however, and when the children had bade their kind little friend, the thin fish, “Good-by,” the party started off at a fine pace.
“By the bye, have you any idea where we are going to?” remarked the Dodo, after they had been rushing along for some time.