"But I see the shore," said the marionette. "Due to your skill in carving me I can see in the night as well as a cat."
Poor Pinocchio pretended to be in a very hopeful mood, but really he was beginning to lose heart. His strength was failing, and his breath growing shorter. He could not swim much longer and the shore was still very far off. He kept on until he had no more breath. Then he turned his head toward Geppetto, and said in broken tones; "Help me, father, help me-I am drowning!"
The father and his son were nearly drowned when they heard a voice, like a guitar out of tune, saying, "Who is going to drown?"
"It is I and my poor father."
"I recognize that voice. You are Pinocchio."
"Exactly, and who are you?"
"I am the Tunny, your companion in the stomach of the Dogfish."
"How did you escape?"
"I followed your example. You showed me the way, and after I saw you go, I followed."
