rolling with terror, and
he barked out:

"I am drowning! I am drowning!"

"Drown!" shouted Pinocchio from a distance, seeing himself safe from all
danger.

"Help me, dear Pinocchio! Save me from death!"

At that agonizing cry the puppet, who had in reality an excellent heart,
was moved with compassion, and, turning to the dog, he said:

"But if I save your life, will you promise to give me no further
annoyance, and not to run after me?"

"I promise! I promise! Be quick, for pity's sake, for if you delay
another half-minute I shall be dead."

Pinocchio hesitated; but, remembering that his father had often told him
that a good action is never lost, he swam to Alidoro, and, taking hold
of his tail with both hands, brought him safe and sound on to the dry
sand of the beach.

The poor dog could not stand. He had drunk so much salt water that he
was like a balloon. The puppet, however, not wishing to trust him too
far, thought it more prudent to jump again into the water. When he had
swum some distance from the shore he called out to the friend he had
rescued:

"Good-bye, Alidoro; a good journey to you, and take my compliments to
all at home."

"Good-bye, Pinocchio," answered the dog; "a thousand thanks for having
saved my life. You have done me a great service, and in this world what
is given is returned. If an occasion offers I shall not forget it."

Pinocchio swam on, keeping always near the land. At last he thought that
he had reached a safe place. Giving a look along the shore, he saw
amongst the rocks a kind of cave from which a cloud of smoke was
ascending.

"In that cave," he said to himself, "there must be a fire. So much the
better. I will go and dry and warm myself, and then? and then we shall
see."

Having taken the resolution he approached the rocks, but, as he was
going to climb up, he felt something under the water that rose higher
and higher and carried him into the air. He tried to escape, but it was
too late, for, to his extreme surprise, he found himself enclosed in a
great net, together with a swarm of fish of every size and shape, who
were flapping and struggling like so many despairing souls.

At the same moment a fisherman came out of the cave; he was so ugly, so
horribly ugly, that he looked like a sea monster. Instead of hair his
head was covered with a thick bush of green grass, his skin was green,
his eyes were green, his long beard that came down to the ground was
also green. He