"How did it happen?" she asked, turning to her faithful friend on the flagpole, who was still crowing and flapping his wings at a great rate. "How did it all happen?" "While you were asleep, my dear little Madge," answered the Weathercock. "I didn't ask you when, I asked you how," laughed Marjorie, for she was delighted, you see, to be once more sailing over the great big ocean. "You'd better not ask me any more questions," said the Weathercock quickly. "You just better hurry up and dress and ask Capt. Noah what he is going to do about the castaways." "The what?" gasped Marjorie. "The castaways. The two polar bears who are still on the iceberg." "Goodness gracious!" she cried. "I'll hurry and get on my boots. I must tell Capt. Noah at once." In a few minutes she was running down to the lower cabin. "Capt. Noah! Capt. Noah!" she shouted. "Capt. Noah, the polar bears are left on the iceberg!" The captain, who had overslept himself, put his head out of his cabin door. "What is all the excitement about?" he asked sleepily. "The bears are left on the iceberg!" shouted Marjorie again. "Well, that's all right. I told them they could stay out all night. They will come aboard for breakfast, no doubt!" "They can't! They can't!" cried Marjorie in great excitement. "The Ark is afloat again and we are sailing away." "Blubber and rubber!" exclaimed the captain, now even more excited than the little girl. "Mother!" he cried, "the Ark's afloat and two of our passengers are still ashore!" Mrs. Noah opened her eyes. "What did you say, my dear?" she asked, sleepily. The captain by this time had pulled on his sailor suit and, closing the cabin door with a bang, rushed out on deck, with Marjorie close at his heels. In the distance the iceberg could be seen indistinctly through the morning mist. "Hard-a-port!" shouted Capt. Noah. Mr. Jonah, who was at the wheel, woke up with a start. He was so tired with cutting the ice the day before that he had fallen sound asleep at his post. "You landlubber," cried Capt. Noah. "What do you mean by falling asleep?" "This is my first experience before the mast," apologized poor Jonah. "I've always been a passenger. Please don't get provoked." "Provoked!" yelled Capt. Noah. "Provoked! I feel like throwing you overboard!" "Steer for the iceberg!" "I won't throw you overboard until later!" Mr. Jonah heaved a sigh of relief, for at first I guess he thought he'd have to go back to the Whale without having the chance of Capt. Noah cooling off. Marjorie stood close to the rail, straining her eyes for a glimpse of the polar bears. The three Noah boys now came on deck, and Ham handed the spyglass to his father. "I see them! I see them!" cried Capt. Noah. "One of them is waving a flag!" "Let me look," said Marjorie, who was dreadfully worried about them.