uncle must be found—there's no two ways about that. The lad isn't old enough to be knocking around the world by himself. Boys aren't like ducklings—they have to be taken care of till they're quite old.… I wish Chee-Chee were here. He would soon find the man. Good old Chee-Chee! I wonder how he's getting on!"
"If we only had Polynesia with us," said the white mouse. "She would soon think of some way. Do you remember how she got us all out of prison—the second time? My, but she was a clever one!"
"I don't think so much of those eagle-fellows," said Jip. "They're just conceited. They may have very good eyesight and all that; but when you ask them to find a man for you, they can't do it—and they have the cheek to come back and say that nobody else could do it. They're just conceited—like that collie in Puddleby. And I don't think a whole lot of those gossipy old porpoises either. All they could tell us was that the man isn't in the sea. We don't want to know where he isn't—we want to know where he is."
