Finally, with a great sigh of relief, Marsovino was again in the cool water. Pinocchio was as happy as a boy can be. When he saw Marsovino safely in the water again he ran back to get the boxes. He dragged and dragged and pulled, and at last he had them both on Marsovino’s back again.
“It was lucky he didn’t know anything about these, otherwise—” said Pinocchio to himself.
“He? Whom are you talking about?” asked Marsovino, who was now well again.
“Yes, he, the one who helped me save you. He had a long white tooth, and he made a hole in the rock with it.”
“A narwhal! You must be talking about a narwhal! Do you mean to tell me that you asked a narwhal to help you and that he did?”
“I suppose so.”
“But how did you ever get him to do it?”
“That’s my secret. Now that you are rested, let us go home to Tursio.”
“Very well. But still I should like to know why that narwhal was so very obliging.”
With a laugh Pinocchio jumped on the dolphin’s back, and they were off.