on you!" and Pinocchio, gathering his forces, redoubled his strokes.
"Look out! Look out! He is gaining! Hurry! Oh, hurry, or you are lost!" Pinocchio swam faster than ever, and away they raced as fast as cannon balls. As they neared the rock the goat held out its two front paws to help Pinocchio out of the water. But—It was too late! The monster had overtaken him. Drawing in its breath it sucked in Pinocchio, just as it would have sucked an egg, and swallowed him with such violence that the marionette fell into the monster's stomach with such force that he was stunned for a quarter of an hour. When he came to himself after being swallowed he could not realize where he was. All around him was darkness so intense that he thought he had fallen head first into an ink bottle. He listened, but could hear nothing. From time to time he felt a great gust of wind striking his face. At first he could not understand where it came from, but later he discovered it was from the lungs of the monster; for you must know, little readers, that the dogfish suffered greatly from asthma, and when
