“Who shall I say it is?”

“I am Bumpo Kahbooboo, Crown Prince of Jolliginki.”

I ran downstairs at once and told the Doctor.

“How fortunate!” cried John Dolittle.  “My old friend Bumpo!  Well, well!—­He’s studying at Oxford, you know.  How good of him to come all this way to call on me!” And he tumbled up the ladder to greet his visitor.

The strange black man seemed to be overcome with joy when the Doctor appeared and shook him warmly by the hand.

“News reached me,” he said, “that you were about to sail upon a voyage.  I hastened to see you before your departure.  I am sublimely ecstasied that I did not miss you.”

“You very nearly did miss us,” said the Doctor.  “As it happened, we were delayed somewhat in getting the necessary number of men to sail our boat.  If it hadn’t been for that, we would have been gone three days ago.”

“How many men does your ship’s company yet require?” asked Bumpo.

“Only one,” said the Doctor—­“But it is so hard to find the right one.”

“Methinks I detect something of the finger of Destination in this,” said Bumpo.  “How would I do?”

“Splendidly,” said the Doctor.  “But what about your studies?  You can’t very well just go off and leave your university career to take care of itself, you know.”

“I need a holiday,” said Bumpo.  “Even had I not gone with you, I intended at the end of this term to take a three-months’ absconsion—­But besides, I shall not be neglecting my edification if I accompany you.  Before I left Jolliginki my august father, the King, told me to be sure and travel plenty.  You are a man of great studiosity.  To see the world in your company is an opportunity not to be sneezed upon.  No, no, indeed.”

“How did you like the life at Oxford?” asked the Doctor.

“Oh, passably, passably,” said Bumpo.  “I liked it all except the algebra and the shoes.  The algebra hurt my head and the shoes hurt my feet.  I threw the shoes over a wall as soon as I got out of the college quadrilateral this morning; and the algebra I am happily forgetting very fast—­I liked Cicero—­Yes, I think Cicero’s fine—­so simultaneous.  By the way, they tell me his son is rowing for our college next year—­ charming fellow.”

The Doctor looked down at the black man’s huge bare feet thoughtfully a moment.

“Well,” he said slowly, “there is something in what you say, Bumpo, about getting education from the world as well as from the college.  And if you are really sure that you want to come, we shall be delighted to have you.  Because, to tell you the truth, I think you are exactly the man we need.”

THE SECOND CHAPTER

Good-bye!

Two days after that we had all in readiness for our departure.

On this voyage Jip begged so hard to be taken that the Doctor finally gave in and said he could come.  Polynesia and Chee-Chee were the only other animals to go with us.  Dab-Dab was left in charge of the house and the animal family we were to leave behind.