“Whither now?” it asked. “Where shall we go, Cat?”
“64° 40´ W., 32° 40´ N.,” said the cat; and the dolphin swam ahead, turned the boat, and soon the island was out of sight.
“Come, I am hungry!” said Mary Frances. “Let us go into the dining-room.”
“The dolphin has plenty of element soup,” she thought.
There was the table spread with a fine feast, and both she and the cat enjoyed it.
Just as they were finishing dessert, they heard a pounding noise. They rushed out on deck. The noise was made by the dolphin hitting the side of the boat with its tail.
It whispered two words, “Pirate Ship,” and swam ahead again.
The cat made a telescope with his paws, and looked out over the water. “Sure enough!” he cried, in fear. “Oh, my! Oh, my! and I haven’t eaten the dolphin!”
“For shame!” exclaimed Mary Frances. “For shame! You have forgotten that he can’t come very near while the dolphin is at his post!”
“Oh, yes; that is so. Excuse me, please. But what does the pirate mean by coming, I wonder?”