Just then, Fidge, who had been playing on the shore, ran back with the news that the little thin fish wanted to speak to them. "Oh! Sorry to trouble you," he began, popping his head out of the water and raising his hat politely; "but His Majesty sent me to inquire how you were getting on. I see you have found him," he added, pointing to the Dodo. "Yes; but now we are in another fix," cried the children; "we don't know how to get the creature home." [Illustration: "The Dodo cut a strange figure."] "Who are you calling a creature?" said the Dodo, sulkily. "Well, what else are you?" demanded Dick. "You're an awful nuisance, anyhow, and _I_ don't know how we are going to get you away from this place, I'm sure." "There are the Dolphins," suggested the little fish. "Why, yes, of course," cried Dick. "I had forgotten them. I suppose you can ride a Dolphin, can't you?" he inquired of the Dodo. "Don't know. Never tried. Daresay I could," answered the bird, sullenly. The fish disappeared, and returned a few minutes later with the three Dolphins in tow. Fidge was more than delighted to see the "horses," as he called them, again, and lost no time in getting astride of one; the others followed more deliberately, Marjorie taking her seat beside Fidge on the same fish. The Dodo cut a strange figure, and looked very nervous at first, as he clung to the slippery back of his strange steed. He seemed to feel at ease after a time, however, and when the children had bade their kind little friend, the thin fish, "Good-by," the party started off at a fine pace. "By the bye, have you any idea where we are going to?" remarked the Dodo, after they had been rushing along for some time. "Good gracious, no!" exclaimed Dick. "I thought you were directing us." "I haven't the remotest idea where we are," said the Dodo, coolly. "Why, then, we're lost!" cried Marjorie, in dismay. "Mother told me," said Fidge, solemnly, "that if I ever got lost, I was to ask a policeman to take me home." [Illustration: "At the entrance was a large walrus smoking."] "Yes, but I'm afraid there are no policemen about here," laughed the others. "What we had better do," said Dick, "is to push on till we come to land somewhere, or a ship, and inquire the way back." This was thought to be the best plan to pursue, and the children hurried along till Marjorie noticed that both the air and the water were growing fresher every moment, and she was just beginning to wonder what they were going to do if it grew much colder, when Dick cried out, in quite a nautical style-- "Land on the larboard side!" "Hooroy!" shouted the others, "now we shall find out where we are," and they headed the Dolphins to where they could see a rough kind of landing-stage.