And the Doctor said to the eagles,

"A man has been lost--a fisherman with red hair and an anchor marked on his arm. Would you be so kind as to see if you can find him for us? This boy is the man's nephew."

Eagles do not talk very much. And all they answered in their husky voices was,

"You may be sure that we will do our best --for John Dolittle."

Then they flew off--and Gub-Gub came out from behind his barrel to see them go. Up and up and up they went--higher and higher and higher still. Then, when the Doctor could only just see them, they parted company and started going off all different ways--North, East, South and West, looking like tiny grains of black sand creeping across the wide, blue sky.

"My gracious!" said Gub-Gub in a hushed voice. "What a height! I wonder they don't scorch their feathers--so near the sun!"

They were gone a long time. And when they came back it was almost night.

And the eagles said to the Doctor,

"We have searched all the seas and all the countries and all the islands and all the cities and all the villages in this half of the world. But we have failed. In the main street of Gibraltar we saw three red hairs lying on a wheel- barrow before a baker's door. But they were not the hairs of a man--they were the hairs out of a fur-coat. Nowhere, on land or water, could we see any sign of this boy's uncle. And if WE could not see him, then he is not to be seen.... For John Dolittle--we have done our best."