But it was the sight of the Doctor’s smiling face—­just knowing that I was with him once again—­that cheered me more than anything else.  As I watched him carefully wipe his glass razor and put it away for future use, I could not help comparing him in my mind with the Stormy Petrel.  Indeed the vast strange knowledge which he had gained from his speech and friendship with animals had brought him the power to do things which no other human being would dare to try.  Like the petrel, he could apparently play with the sea in all her moods.  It was no wonder that many of the ignorant savage peoples among whom he passed in his voyages made statues of him showing him as half a fish, half a bird, and half a man.  And ridiculous though it was, I could quite understand what Miranda meant when she said she firmly believed that he could never die.  Just to be with him gave you a wonderful feeling of comfort and safety.

Except for his appearance (his clothes were crumpled and damp and his battered high hat was stained with salt water) that storm which had so terrified me had disturbed him no more than getting stuck on the mud-bank in Puddleby River.

Politely thanking Miranda for getting me so quickly, he asked her if she would now go ahead of us and show us the way to Spidermonkey Island.  Next, he gave orders to the porpoises to leave my old piece of the ship and push the bigger half wherever the Bird-of-Paradise should lead us.

How much he had lost in the wreck besides his razor I did not know—­ everything, most likely, together with all the money he had saved up to buy the ship with.  And still he was smiling as though he wanted for nothing in the world.  The only things he had saved, as far as I could see—­beyond the barrel of water and bag of biscuit—­ were his precious note-books.  These, I saw when he stood up, he had strapped around his waist with yards and yards of twine.  He was, as old Matthew Mugg used to say, a great man.  He was unbelievable.

And now for three days we continued our journey slowly but steadily—­southward.

The only inconvenience we suffered from was the cold.  This seemed to increase as we went forward.  The Doctor said that the island, disturbed from its usual paths by the great gale, had evidently drifted further South than it had ever been before.

On the third night poor Miranda came back to us nearly frozen.  She told the Doctor that in the morning we would find the island quite close to us, though we couldn’t see it now as it was a misty dark night.  She said that she must hurry back at once to a warmer climate; and that she would visit the Doctor in Puddleby next August as usual.

“Don’t forget, Miranda,” said John Dolittle, “if you should hear anything of what happened to Long Arrow, to get word to me.”

The Bird-of-Paradise assured him she would.  And after the Doctor had thanked her again and again for all that she had done for us, she wished us good luck and disappeared into the night.