was so thin that the moisture easily wetted it.

"Never mind," said Cap'n Bill. "When it's a case of life 'n' death,
clo's don't count for much. I'm sort o' drippy myself."

Cried the parrot, fluttering his feathers to try to keep them from
sticking together,

"Floods and gushes fill our path--
This is not my day for a bath!
Shut if off, or fear my wrath."

"We can't," laughed Trot. "We'll jus' have to stick it out till we
get to the other side."

"Had we better go to the other side?" asked Button-Bright anxiously.

"Why not?" returned Cap'n Bill. "The other side's the only safe side
for us."

"We don't know that, sir," said the boy. "Ghip-Ghisizzle said it was
a terrible country."

"I don't believe it," retorted the sailor stoutly. "Sizzle's never
been there, an' he knows nothing about it. 'The Sunset Country'
sounds sort o' good to me."

"But how'll we ever manage to get there?" inquired Trot. "Aren't we
already lost in this fog?"