"To sum it all up, I want to get away from here. I want to escape." "Escape, if you are able!" "Is this Dog-Fish who has swallowed us very big?" asked the puppet. "Big! Why, only imagine, his body is two miles long without counting his tail." Whilst they were holding this conversation in the dark, Pinocchio thought that he saw a light a long way off. "What is that little light I see in the distance?" he asked. "It is most likely some companion in misfortune who is waiting, like us, to be digested." "I will go and find him. Do you not think that it may by chance be some old fish who perhaps could show us how to escape?" "I hope it may be so, with all my heart, dear puppet." "Good-bye, Tunny." "Good-bye, puppet, and good fortune attend you." "Where shall we meet again?" "Who can say? It is better not even to think of it!" [Illustration] CHAPTER XXXV A HAPPY SURPRISE FOR PINOCCHIO Pinocchio, having taken leave of his friend the Tunny, began to grope his way in the dark through the body of the Dog-Fish, taking a step at a time in the direction of the light that he saw shining dimly at a great distance. The farther he advanced the brighter became the light; and he walked and walked until at last he reached it; and when he reached it--what did he find? I will give you a thousand guesses. He found a little table spread out and on it a lighted candle stuck into a green glass bottle, and, seated at the table, was a little old man. He was eating some live fish, and they were so very much alive that whilst he was eating them they sometimes even jumped out of his mouth. At this sight Pinocchio was filled with such great and unexpected joy that he became almost delirious. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to cry, he wanted to say a thousand things, and instead he could only stammer out a few confused and broken words. At last he succeeded in uttering a cry of joy, and, opening his arms, he threw them around the little old man's neck, and began to shout: "Oh, my dear papa! I have found you at last! I will never leave you more, never more, never more!" "Then my eyes tell me true?" said the little old man, rubbing his eyes; "then you are really my dear Pinocchio?"