“It will not be cold. I will swim deep in the water, and there the water will be warm. I will come to the surface only long enough to breathe.”
“What about the ice? What about those monsters of the seas, the whales, the sharks, the narwhals?”
“You need the treasure. I have made up my mind to go,” answered Marsovino, firmly.
“You might escape all the dangers I mention, my boy, and reach the ship. But how could you ever get hold of the gold inside?”
“I might tear a hole in the ship with my strong tail,” began Marsovino.
“A ship a block long, and all made of iron? It is of no use, my boy.”
The young dolphin was silent. How could he get into the ship? He thought and thought, but he could find no answer.
“May I go, too?” here began Pinocchio.
“You?” asked Tursio and Marsovino, at the same time.
“Yes, I. Why not? If Marsovino cannot get into the ship because he is too big, I am so small I can get into any hole,” continued the marionette.