“I’m not sure yet,” said Too-Too, “maybe it’s a woman. Lift me up and let me listen at the key-hole and I’ll soon tell you.”

So the Doctor lifted the owl up and held him close to the lock of the door. After a moment Too-Too said, “It’s a man. And he is unhappy. He is crying.”

“Well,” said the Doctor, “if the poor fellow’s unhappy, let’s get in and see what the matter with him is. Find me an axe, and I’ll chop the door down.”

Soon the Doctor chopped a hole in the door and got in. At first he could see nothing at all, it was so dark inside. So he struck a match. The room was quite small; there was no window; the ceiling was low. There was only one little stool. And in the middle of the floor there was a little boy, crying bitterly. He was about eight years old.

The little boy was frightened when he saw a man before him. But as soon as he saw John Dolittle’s face by the light of the match, he got up. “You aren’t one of the pirates, are you?” he asked. And when the Doctor laughed loudly, the little boy smiled too and came and took his hand.

“You laugh like a friend,” he said – “not like a pirate. Could you tell me where my uncle is?”

“I am afraid I can’t,” said the Doctor. “When did you see him last?”

“It was the day before yesterday,” said the boy. “I and my uncle went fishing in our little boat, and the pirates came and caught us. They sank our fishing-boat and brought us both onto this ship. They told my uncle that they wanted to make him a pirate because he knew how to sail a ship in any weather. But my uncle said that he didn’t want to be a pirate because he didn’t want to kill people and steal things. Then the leader, Ben Ali, became very angry and said, ‘We will throw you into the sea then!’ They sent me downstairs; and I heard the noise of a fight. And I never saw my uncle again after that. I am very much afraid they threw him into the sea and drowned him.”

And the little boy began to cry again. “Well now – wait a minute,” said the Doctor. “Don’t cry. Let’s go and have tea in the dining-room, and we’ll talk about it. Maybe your uncle is quite safe all the time. You don’t KNOW that they drowned him, do you? Perhaps we can find him for you. First we’ll go and have tea – with strawberry jam; and then we will see what we can do.”

All the animals heard the boy’s story. So after tea Dab-Dab whispered to the Doctor, “Ask the dolphins about the boy’s uncle.”

“All right,” said the Doctor.

“What are those funny noises which you are making with your tongue?” asked the boy.

“Oh, I just said a couple of words in duck language,” the Doctor answered. “This is Dab-Dab, one of my pets.”

“I didn’t even know that ducks had a language,” said the boy. “Are all these other animals your pets, too? What is that strange animal with two heads?”

“Sh!” the Doctor whispered. “That is the pushmi-pullyu. Don’t let him see that we’re talking about him – he becomes really embarrassed… Tell me about your uncle now. “

“He had red hair,” the boy said – “very red hair, and he had the picture of an anchor on his arm, a tattoo. He was a strong man, a kind uncle and the best sailor in the South Atlantic.”

Then the Doctor left the boy to play with the animals in the dining-room and went upstairs. Soon he saw a school of dolphins near the ship. They were on their way to Brazil. And the Doctor asked them, “Have you seen a man with red hair and the tattoo of an anchor on his arm?”

“We saw his boat on the bottom of the sea. But we know that there was nobody inside it, because we went and looked.”

“His little nephew is on the ship with me here,” said the Doctor. “And he is afraid that the pirates threw his uncle into the sea.”

“No – tell the little boy we are sure that the pirates didn’t drown him in the sea.”

So the Doctor ran downstairs with the news and told the nephew, who clapped his hands with happiness. And the pushmi-pullyu took the little boy on his back and gave him a ride round the dining-room table.

“Your uncle didn’t drown. We must find him,” said the Doctor. Then Dab-Dab came up to him again and whispered, “Ask the eagles to look for the man.” So the Doctor sent one of the swallows off to call some eagles. And in an hour the little bird came back with six eagles. And they stood on the rail of the ship, like soldiers. Gub-Gub was very scared of them. And the Doctor said to the eagles, “Please help us find a fisherman. He has red hair and the tattoo of an anchor on his arm. This boy is the man’s nephew.” Eagles do not talk very much. And they answered, “You may be sure that we will do everything for John Dolittle.” Then they flew off. When they came back, it was almost night. And the eagles said to the Doctor, “We have searched all the seas and all the countries and all the islands and all the cities and all the villages. But we couldn’t find the man anywhere.” Then the six great birds flew back to their homes in the mountains and the rocks.

“Well,” said Dab-Dab, “what are we going to do now? We MUST find the boy’s uncle.” Then Jip went to the Doctor and said, “Ask the boy to bring me something that belonged to his uncle, please.” So the boy took from his pocket a big red handkerchief and said, “This was my uncle’s.” As soon as the boy pulled it out, Jip shouted, “I’ll find his uncle for him in less than a week. Let us go upstairs and see which way the wind is blowing.” Then Jip went up to the front of the ship and smelt the wind. “It’s blowing from the North,” said the dog. Then he shut his eyes tight and sniffed hard with his mouth half-open. For a long time he said nothing. At last he said, “I can’t smell his uncle. We must wait until the wind changes to the South.” And the Doctor said, “Well, let’s go down to supper then. I’m quite hungry.” “So am I,” said Gub-Gub.

Early next morning they got up and saw that the day was sunny and Jip smelt the South wind. Then he came to the Doctor and said, “I can’t smell the boy’s uncle. We must wait until the wind changes to the East.” But even when the East wind came, at three o’clock that afternoon, the dog could not catch the smell of the man. The little boy was very upset and began to cry again. But Jip said to the Doctor, “Tell him that when the wind changes to the West, I’ll find his uncle.” The West wind came three days later. This was on a Friday morning. The wind was soft and warm and wet. As soon as Jip awoke he ran upstairs and poked his nose in the air. Then he rushed down again to wake the Doctor up.

“Doctor!” he cried. “Wake up! Listen! I’ve got it! The wind’s from the West and it smells of the boy’s uncle. Come upstairs and start the ship – quick!” So the Doctor went to the rudder to steer the ship. “Now I’ll go up to the front,” said Jip; “and you watch my nose – wherever I point it, you turn the ship the same way. The man cannot be far off. Now watch me!”

Soon Jip said to the Doctor, “I feel that the boy’s uncle is starving. We must make the ship go as fast as we can.”

“How do you know he is starving?” asked the Doctor.

“Because there is no other smell in the West wind,” said Jip. “I don’t smell any food. And the man hasn’t even fresh water to drink.”

“All right,” said the Doctor; and he sent Dab-Dab to ask the swallows to pull the ship. And now the boat went through the waves really fast. But hour after hour went by and no land anywhere came in sight. And now the animals didn’t talk and sat around silent, anxious and miserable. The little boy again became sad. And on Jip’s face there was a worried look. At last, late in the afternoon, the owl, Too-Too, who was on the tip of the mast, suddenly cried, “Jip! Jip! I see a great, great rock in front of us. Is the smell coming from there?” And Jip called back, “Yes. That is where the man is. – At last, at last!”