felt something scrape his body, and he gave a start.

"Who goes there?" he cried. No one answered. "Perhaps it is my old
friend the shark, who has recognized me," thought he; and he rapidly
swam on to get away from the spot which reminded him of that terrible
monster.

He had not gone more than fifty yards when his head ran against
something rough and hard. "Oh!" cried the marionette, and he raised his
hand to the injured part.

Then, as he noticed a large rock standing out of the water, he cried
joyously; "I have arrived! I am in Africa!"

He got up on his feet and began to feel of himself all over, his
ribs, his stomach, his legs. Everything was in order.

"Nothing broken!" he said. "The rocks on the way have been very
kind. However, I hope that day will break soon, for I have no matches,
and it seems to me that I am very hungry."

Then he began to move on carefully. First he put down one foot and
then the other, and thus crept along till he found a comfortable spot.
"I seem to be very tired and sleepy also," he said.

With that, he lay down and went off in to a deep slumber.

When he awoke it was daylight. The sun shone red and hot. There was
nothing to be seen but rocks and water.