as happening, for the King having withdrawn,
the rest of the fishes each took a partner, and began whirling round
and round in a frantic way in a mad kind of dance, to the strains of
some weird music, provided by one or two of their number blowing through
some long shells, whilst others used some smaller flat ones as
castanets.
[Illustration: "Whirling round and round in a frantic way."]
"I suppose this is what is called a fish ball," said Dick, laughing
heartily at the strange antics which the fishes were cutting.
And just as Marjorie was about to reply a dark shadow passing overhead
caused all of the children to look up.
A pair of large webbed feet were seen slowly paddling above them, and
beyond them the outline of a bird's body could be traced.
Marjorie seized Dick's arm excitedly. "Look! look!" she exclaimed,
hastily, "the Dodo!"
CHAPTER VIII.
THE DODO AT LAST.
"I really believe it is the Dodo," said Dick. "Only I'm not quite sure
if his feet _were_ webbed."
"Oh, I don't think they were," declared Marjorie. "Now don't you think,"
she continued, excitedly, "that it would be best for us just to swim
quietly up to him, and catch hold of his legs; you see, he couldn't
possibly get away then, and----"
"All right," interrupted Dick. "Come on--steady now, so as not to alarm
him."
The feet above them were paddling leisurely along, and the children had
no difficulty in quickly catching up to the bird, and, with a triumphant
shout, Dick clutched hold of one leg, while Marjorie and Fidge hung on
to the other.
There was immediately a great outcry from above the water.
"Help! Help! Fire! Police! Thieves!" cried a voice, and the feet began
to kick so violently that the children had quite a difficulty to keep
their hold.
[Illustration: "The Dodo tried to follow their example."]
In response to the cries a number of other birds came flying to the
rescue, and "splush," "splash," sounded on all sides as they settled
down on the water.
"What is the matter?" cried several voices at once.
"Oh!" cried the bird which the children had captured, beating his wings
about violently, and creating a terrible confusion, "a crab or something
has caught hold of my legs, and I am being killed--help!--save me!--save
me!"
A confused sound of voices followed, and presently one or two heads
appeared below the water; they were hastily withdrawn, however, and with
an alarmed cry of "Sharks!" the other bir
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