Page:Collodi - The Story of a Puppet, translation Murray, 1892.djvu/232

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ADVENTURES OF PINOCCHIO

'But where is this blessed shore?' asked the little old man, becoming still more frightened, and screwing up his eyes as tailors do when they wish to thread a needle. 'I have been looking in every direction and I see nothing but the sky and the sea.'

'But I see the shore as well,' said the puppet. 'You must know that I am like a cat: I see better by night than by day.'

Poor Pinocchio was making a pretence of being in good spirits, but in reality . . . in reality he was beginning to feel discouraged: his strength was failing, he was gasping and panting for breath . . . he could do no more, and the shore was still far off.

He swam until he had no breath left; then he turned his head to Geppetto and said in broken words:

'Papa . . . help me . . . I am dying! . . .'

The father and son were on the point of drowning when they heard a voice like a guitar out of tune saying:

'Who is it that is dying?'

'It is I, and my poor father! . . .'

'I know that voice! You are Pinocchio!'

'Precisely: and you?'

'I am the Tunny, your prison companion in the body of the Dog-fish.'

'And how did you manage to escape?'