frog, and a little wee tiny frog, too. But I hope to grow in time.
This Fog Bank is the Paradise of Frogs, and our King is about ten
times as big as I am."

"Then he's a big 'un, an' no mistake," admitted Cap'n Bill. "I'm
glad you like your country, but it's a mite too damp for us, an'
we'd be glad to get out of it."

"Follow me," said the frog. "I'll lead you to the border. It's only
about six jumps." He turned around, made a mighty leap and
disappeared in the gray mist. Our friends looked at one another in
bewilderment.

"Don't see how we can foller that lead," remarked Cap'n Bill, "but
we may as well start in the same direction."

"Brooks and creeks,
How it leaks!"

muttered the parrot.

"How can we jog
To a frog in the fog?"

The big frog seemed to understand their difficulty, for he kept
making noises in his throat to guide them to where he had leaped.
When at last they came up to him, he made a second jump--out of
sight, as before--and when they attempted to follow, they found a
huge lizard lying across the path. Cap'n Bill thought it must be a
giant alligator at first, it was so big, but he looked at them