t morning, out of the silken beds; and they saw
that the sun was shining brightly and that the wind was blowing from
the South.

Jip smelt the South wind for half an hour. Then he came to the Doctor,
shaking his head.

"I smell no snuff as yet," he said. "We must wait till the wind
changes to the East."

But even when the East wind came, at three o'clock that afternoon, the
dog could not catch the smell of snuff.

The little boy was terribly disappointed and began to cry again, saying
that no one seemed to be able to find his uncle for him. But all Jip
said to the Doctor was,

"Tell him that when the wind changes to the West, I'll find his uncle
even though he be in China--so long as he is still taking Black Rappee
snuff."

Three days they had to wait before the West wind came. This was on a
Friday morning, early--just as it was getting light. A fine rainy mist
lay on the sea like a thin fog. And the wind was soft and warm and wet.

As soon as Jip awoke he ran upstairs and poked his nose in the air.
Then he got most frightfully excited and rushed down again to wake the
Doctor up.

"Doctor!" he cried. "I've got it! Doctor! Doctor! Wake up! Listen!
I've got it! The wind's from the West and it smells of nothing but
snuff. Come upstairs and start the ship--quick!"

So the Doctor tumbled out of bed and went to the rudder to steer the
ship.

"Now I'll go up to the front," said Jip; "and you watch my
nose--whichever way I point it, you turn the ship the same way. The
man cannot be far off--with the smell as strong as this. And the
wind's all lovely and wet. Now watch me!"

So all that morning Jip stood in the front part of the ship, sniffing
the wind and pointing the way for the Doctor to steer; while all the
animals and the little boy stood round with their eyes wide open,
watching the dog in wonder.

About lunch-time Jip asked Dab-Dab to tell the Doctor that he was
getting worried and wanted to speak to him. So Dab-Dab went and
fetched the Doctor from the other end of the ship and Jip said to him,

"The boy's uncle is starving. We must make the ship go as fast as we
can."

"How do you know he is starving?" asked the Doctor.

"Because there is no other smell in the West wind but snuff," said Jip.
"If the man were cooking or eating food of any kind, I would be bound
to smell it too. But he hasn't even fresh water to drink. All he is
taking is snuff--in large pinches. We are getting neare