"Don't speak of it!” cried Pinocchio, still trembling with fear, "Don't speak of it! If you had arrived a minute later, by this time I should have been fried, eaten, and digested. Brrrr! It makes me shudder just to think of it!"
Alidoro, laughing, held out his paw to Pinocchio, and after shaking hands like two good friends they separated, the dog going home, and Pinocchio walking on to a little cottage not far away. There he found an old man who was sitting in the doorway basking in the sun, and asked: “Tell me, do you know anything about a little boy called Eugene, who was hurt near here?"
"The boy was taken into town by some fishermen, and he is now
"Not dead?" interrupted Pinocchio, in great grief.
"No indeed. He is alive and has gone home."
"Not really?” cried the marionette dancing with joy. "Then the wound was not serious?"
"No, but it might easily have been fatal,
