Part 15 (1/2)
”Can't you dry up?” asked Cap'n Bill.
”Not this evening, thank you, sir; To talk and grumble I prefer,”
replied the parrot dolefully.
They walked along more slowly now, still keeping hold of hands, for although they were anxious to get through the Fog Bank, they were tired with the long run across the country and with their day's adventures.
They had no sleep and it was a long time past midnight.
”Look out!” cried the parrot sharply; and they all halted to find a monstrous frog obstructing their path. Cap'n Bill thought it was as big as a whale, and as it squatted on the gray pebbles, its eyes were on a level with those of the old sailor.
”Ker-chug, herk-choo!” grunted the frog. ”What in the Sky is THIS crowd?”
”W-we're strangers,” stammered Trot, ”an' we're tryin' to 'scape from the Blueskins an' get into the Pink Country.”
”I don't blame you,” said the frog in a friendly tone. ”I hate those Blueskins. The Pinkies, however, are very decent neighbors.”
”Oh, I'm glad to hear that!” cried b.u.t.ton-Bright. ”Can you tell us, Mister--Mistress--good Mr. Frog--eh, eh, your Royal Highness, if we're on the right road to the Pink Country?”
The frog seemed to laugh, for he gurgled in his throat in a very funny way. ”I'm no Royal Highness,” he said. ”I'm just a common frog, and a little wee tiny frog, too. But I hope to grow in time. This Fog Bank is the Paradise of Frogs, and our King is about ten times as big as I am.”
”Then he's a big 'un, an' no mistake,” admitted Cap'n Bill. ”I'm glad you like your country, but it's a mite too damp for us, an' we'd be glad to get out of it.”
”Follow me,” said the frog. ”I'll lead you to the border. It's only about six jumps.” He turned around, made a mighty leap and disappeared in the gray mist. Our friends looked at one another in bewilderment.
”Don't see how we can foller that lead,” remarked Cap'n Bill, ”but we may as well start in the same direction.”
”Brooks and creeks, How it leaks!”
muttered the parrot.
”How can we jog To a frog in the fog?”
The big frog seemed to understand their difficulty, for he kept making noises in his throat to guide them to where he had leaped. When at last they came up to him, he made a second jump--out of sight, as before--and when they attempted to follow, they found a huge lizard lying across the path. Cap'n Bill thought it must be a giant alligator at first, it was so big, but he looked at them sleepily and did not seem at all dangerous.
”O, Liz--you puffy Liz--Get out of our way and mind your biz,” cried the parrot.
”Creep-a-mousie, crawl-a-mousie, please move on!
We can't move a step till you are gone.”
”Don't disturb me,” said the lizard. ”I'm dreaming about parsnips. Did you ever taste a parsnip?”
”We're in a hurry, if it's the same to you, sir,” said Cap'n Bill politely.
”Then climb over me or go around, I don't care which,” murmured the lizard. ”When they're little, they're juicy; when they're big, there's more of 'em; but either way there's nothing so delicious as a parsnip.
There are none here in the Fog Bank, so the best I can do is dream of them. Oh, parsnips, par-snips, p-a-r-snips!” He closed his eyes sleepily and resumed his dreams.
Walking around the lizard, they resumed their journey and soon came to the frog, being guided by its grunts and croaks. Then off it went again, its tremendous leap carrying it far into the fog. Suddenly, Cap'n Bill tripped and would have fallen flat had not Trot and b.u.t.ton-Bright held him up. Then he saw that he had stumbled over the claw of a gigantic land-crab, which lay sprawled out upon the pebbly bottom.