The Fidgit: "No, I won't stop. All I want just at present is fresh sea-water."
The Doctor: "I cannot thank you enough for all the information you have given me. You have been very helpful and patient."
The Fidgit: "Pray do not mention it. It has been a real pleasure to be of assistance to the great John Dolittle. You are, as of course you know, already quite famous among the better class of fishes. Goodbye! and good luck to you, to your ship and to all your plans!"
The Doctor carried the listening-tank to a porthole, opened it and emptied the tank into the sea.
"Good-bye!" he murmured as a faint splash reached us from without.
I dropped my pencil on the table and leaned back with a sigh. My fingers were so stiff with writers' cramp that I felt as though I should never be able to open my hand again. But I, at least, had had a night's sleep. As for the poor Doctor, he was so weary that he had hardly put the tank back upon the table and dropped into a chair, when his eyes closed and he began to snore.
In the passage outside Polynesia scratched angrily at the door. I rose and let her in.
"A nice state of affairs!" she stormed. "What sort of a ship is this? There's that colored man upstairs asleep under the wheel; the Doctor asleep
