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When I say WE, I mean Bumpo and myself; for the animals, Jip, Chee-Chee and Polynesia, were a long way ahead even beyond the Doctor enjoying the hunt like a paper-chase. At length we arrived at the foot of the mountain we were making for; and we found its sides very steep. Said the Doctor, "Now we will separate and search for caves. This spot where we now are, will be our meeting-place.
With the same whistling suction sound, the snail made the opening for us to crawl out by. As we stepped down upon the marshy land we noticed that a fine, drizzling autumn rain was falling. "Can this be Merrie England?" asked Bumpo, peering into the fog "doesn't look like any place in particular. Maybe the snail hasn't brought us right after all."
Then I'll give it to Jacko or Bumpo. They'll think it's a good cocoanut, and try to break it open. Then won't they feel funny when they see it's empty!" Mappo was thinking so much about the trick he was going to play, that he did not look about, as he ought to have done, for any signs of danger.
John Dolittle, unaware of anything save the work he was engaged on, was standing knee-deep in the shallow water, helping the snail try out his mended tail to see if it were well enough to travel on. Bumpo and Long Arrow, with Chee-Chee and Jip, were lolling at the foot of a palm a little way up the beach. Polynesia and I now went and joined them. Half an hour passed.
"His father, the king, sent him here to a place called er Bullford, I think it was to study lessons." "Bullford! Bullford!" muttered the Doctor. "I never heard of the place Oh, you mean Oxford." "Yes, that's the place Oxford," said Polynesia "I knew it had cattle in it somewhere. Oxford that's the place he's gone to." "Well, well," murmured the Doctor. "Fancy Bumpo studying at Oxford Well, well!"
"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.
"That settles it: I'll HAVE to go back to the palace. I can't leave without my hat. How could I appear in Puddleby with this crown on my head?" "Here it is, Doctor," said Bumpo producing the hat, old, battered and beloved, from under his coat. Polynesia had indeed thought of everything. Yet even now we could see the Doctor was still trying to think up further excuses.
As Bumpo, Chee-Chee, Polynesia, Jip and I finally reached the dizzy edge of the great bowl and looked down inside it, it was like gazing over a never-ending ocean of copper-colored faces; for every seat in the theatre was filled, every man, woman and child in the island including Long Arrow who had been carried up on his sick bed was there to see the show.
"No, stupid. The idea to make the money with. Listen: the Doctor is simply bound to win this game to-morrow, sure as you're alive. Now all we have to do is to make a side bet with these Spaniards they're great on gambling and the trick's done." "What's a side bet?" I asked. "Oh I know what that is," said Bumpo proudly. "We used to have lots of them at Oxford when boat-racing was on.
No, more to the right of where you're looking. Can't you make out the figure of the black man standing against the sky? Now Chee-Chee spies us he's waving. Don't you see them?" I didn't for my eyes were not as sharp as Miranda's. But presently from somewhere in the murky dusk I heard Bumpo singing his African comic songs with the full force of his enormous voice.
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