"See!" cried Dab-Dab. "That boat is nearer now. You can count its three big sails--all red. Whoever it is, they are coming after us.... I wonder who they are."

"They are bad sailors," said Jip; "and their ship is very swift. They are surely the pirates of Barbary."

"Well, we must put up more sails on our boat," said the Doctor, "so we can go faster and get away from them. Run downstairs, Jip, and fetch me all the sails you see."

The dog hurried downstairs and dragged up every sail he could find.

But even when all these were put up on the masts to catch the wind, the boat did not go nearly as fast as the pirates'--which kept coming on behind, closer and closer.

"This is a poor ship the Prince gave us," said Gub-Gub, the pig--"the slowest he could find, I should think. Might as well try to win a race in a soup-tureen as hope to get away from them in this old barge. Look how near they are now! --You can see the mustaches on the faces of the men--six of them. What are we going to do?"