"Yes. Very rum!" said Gub-Gub. "The smell makes me giddy."
The little boy seemed rather frightened to find a man standing there before him and all those animals staring in through the hole in the broken door. But as soon as he saw John Dolittle's face by the light of the match, he stopped crying and got up.
"You aren't one of the pirates, are you?" he asked.
And when the Doctor threw back his head and laughed long and loud, 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 were out fishing in our little boat, when the pirates came and caught us. They sunk our fishing-boat and brought us both on to this ship. They told my uncle that they wanted him to be a pirate like them—for
