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cheered her considerably and she hurried to scrape

together a heap of seaweed, while Cap'n Bill cut up the
fish with his jackknife and got it ready for cooking.

They had cooked fish with seaweed before. Cap'n Bill
wrapped his fish in some of the weed and dipped it in

the water to dampen it. Then he lighted a match and set
fire to Trot's heap, which speedily burned down to a

glowing bed of ashes. Then they laid the wrapped fish
on the ashes, covered it with more seaweed, and allowed

this to catch fire and burn to embers. After feeding
the fire with seaweed for some time, the sailor finally

decided that their supper was ready, so he scattered
the ashes and drew out the bits of fish, still encased

in their smoking wrappings.
When these wrappings were removed, the fish was found

thoroughly cooked and both Trot and Cap'n Bill ate of
it freely. It had a slight flavor of seaweed and would

have been better with a sprinkling of salt.
The soft glow which until now had lighted the cavern,

began to grow dim, but there was a great quantity of
seaweed in the place, so after they had eaten their

fish they kept the fire alive for a time by giving it a
handful of fuel now and then.

From an inner pocket the sailor drew a small flask of
battered metal and unscrewing the cap handed it to

Trot. She took but one swallow of the water although
she wanted more, and she noticed that Cap'n Bill merely

wet his lips with it.
"S'pose," said she, staring at the glowing seaweed

fire and speaking slowly, "that we can catch all the
fish we need; how 'bout the drinking-water, Cap'n?"

He moved uneasily but did not reply. Both of them
were thinking about the dark hole, but while Trot had

little fear of it the old man could not overcome his
dislike to enter the place. He knew that Trot was

right, though. To remain in the cavern, where they now
were, could only result in slow but sure death.

It was nighttime up on the earth's surface, so the
little girl became drowsy and soon fell asleep. After a

time the old sailor slumbered on the sands beside her.
It was very still and nothing disturbed them for hours.

When at last they awoke the cavern was light again.
They had divided one of the biscuits and were

munching it for breakfast when they were startled by a
sudden splash in the pool. Looking toward it they saw

emerging from the water the most curious creature
either of them had ever beheld. It wasn't a fish, Trot

decided, nor was it a beast. It had wings, though, and
queer wings they were: shaped like an inverted

chopping-bowl and covered with tough skin instead of
feathers. It had four legs -- much like the legs of a

stork, only double the number -- and its head was
shaped a good deal like that of a poll parrot, with a

beak that curved downward in front and upward at the
edges, and was half bill and half mouth. But to call it

a bird was out of the question, because it had no
feathers whatever except a crest of wavy plumes of a

scarlet color on the very top of its head. The strange
creature must have weighed as much as Cap'n Bill, and

as it floundered and struggled to get out of the water
to the sandy beach it was so big and unusual that both

Trot and her companion stared at it in wonder -- in
wonder that was not unmixed with fear.

Chapter Three
The Ork

The eyes that regarded them, as the creature stood
dripping before them, were bright and mild in

expression, and the queer addition to their party made
no attempt to attack them and seemed quite as surprised

by the meeting as they were.
"I wonder," whispered Trot, "what it is."

"Who, me?" exclaimed the creature in a shrill, high-
pitched voice. "Why, I'm an Ork."

"Oh!" said the girl. "But what is an Ork?"
"I am," he repeated, a little proudly, as he shook

the water from his funny wings; "and if ever an Ork was
glad to be out of the water and on dry land again, you

can be mighty sure that I'm that especial, individual
Ork!"

"Have you been in the water long?" inquired Cap'n
Bill, thinking it only polite to show an interest in

the strange creature.
"why, this last ducking was about ten minutes, I

believe, and that's about nine minutes and sixty
seconds too long for comfort," was the reply. "But last

night I was in an awful pickle, I assure you. The
whirlpool caught me, and --"

"Oh, were you in the whirlpool, too?" asked Trot
eagerly

He gave her a glance that was somewhat reproachful.
"I believe I was mentioning the fact, young lady,

when your desire to talk interrupted me," said the Ork.
"I am not usually careless in my actions, but that

whirlpool was so busy yesterday that I thought I'd see
what mischief it was up to. So I flew a little too near

it and the suction of the air drew me down into the
depths of the ocean. Water and I are natural enemies,

and it would have conquered me this time had not a bevy
of pretty mermaids come to my assistance and dragged me

away from the whirling water and far up into a cavern,
where they deserted me."

"Why, that's about the same thing that happened to
us," cried Trot. "Was your cavern like this one?"

"I haven't examined this one yet," answered the Ork;
"but if they happen to be alike I shudder at our fate,

for the other one was a prison, with no outlet except
by means of the water. I stayed there all night,

however, and this morning I plunged into the pool, as
far down as I could go, and then swam as hard and as

far as I could. The rocks scraped my back, now and
then, and I barely escaped the clutches of an ugly sea-

monster; but by and by I came to the surface to catch
my breath, and found myself here. That's the whole

story, and as I see you have something to eat I entreat
you to give me a share of it. The truth is, I'm half

starved."
With these words the Ork squatted down beside them.

Very reluctantly Cap'n Bill drew another biscuit from
his pocket and held it out. The Ork promptly seized it

in one of its front claws and began to nibble the
biscuit in much the same manner a parrot might have

done.
"We haven't much grub," said the sailor-man, "but

we're willin' to share it with a comrade in distress."
"That's right," returned the Ork, cocking its head

sidewise in a cheerful manner, and then for a few
minutes there was silence while they all ate of the

biscuits. After a while Trot said:
"I've never seen or heard of an Ork before. Are there

many of you?"
"We are rather few and exclusive, I believe," was the

reply. "In the country where I was born we are the
absolute rulers of all living things, from ants to

elephants."
"What country is that?" asked Cap'n Bill.

"Orkland."
"Where does it lie?"

"I don't know, exactly. You see, I have a restless
nature, for some reason, while all the rest of my race

are quiet and contented Orks and seldom stray far from
home. From childhood days I loved to fly long distances

away, although father often warned me that I would get
into trouble by so doing.

"'It's a big world, Flipper, my son,' he would say,
'and I've heard that in parts of it live queer two-

legged creatures called Men, who war upon all other
living things and would have little respect for even an

Ork.'
"This naturally aroused my curiosity and after I had

completed my education and left school I decided to fly
out into the world and try to get a glimpse of the

creatures called Men. So I left home without saying
good-bye, an act I shall always regret. Adventures were

many, I found. I sighted men several times, but have
never before been so close to them as now. Also I had

to fight my way through the air, for I met gigantic
birds, with fluffy feathers all over them, which

attacked me fiercely. Besides, it kept me busy escaping
from floating airships. In my rambling I had lost all

track of distance or direction, so that when I wanted
to go home I had no idea where my country was located.

I've now been trying to find it for several months and
it was during one of my flights over the ocean that I

met the whirlpool and became its victim."
Trot and Cap'n Bill listened to this recital with

much interest, and from the friendly tone and harmless
appearance of the Ork they judged he was not likely to

prove so disagreeable a companion as at first they had
feared he might be.

The Ork sat upon its haunches much as a cat does, but
used the finger-like claws of its front legs almost as

cleverly as if they were hands. Perhaps the most
curious thing about the creature was its tail, or what

ought to have been its tail. This queer arrangement of
skin, bones and muscle was shaped like the propellers

used on boats and airships, having fan-like surfaces
and being pivoted to its body. Cap'n Bill knew

something of mechanics, and observing the propeller-
like tail of the Ork he said:

"I s'pose you're a pretty swift flyer?"
"Yes, indeed; the Orks are admitted to be Kings of

the Air."
"Your wings don't seem to amount to much," remarked

Trot.
"Well, they are not very big," admitted the Ork,

waving the four hollow skins gently to and fro, "but
they serve to support my body in the air while I speed

along by means of my tail. Still, taken altogether, I'm
very handsomely formed, don't you think?"

Trot did not like to reply, but Cap'n Bill nodded
gravely. "For an Ork," said he, "you're a wonder.

I've never seen one afore, but I can imagine you're
as good as any."

That seemed to please the creature and it began
walking around the cavern, making its way easily

up the slope. while it was gone, Trot and Cap'n Bill
each took another sip from the water-flask, to wash

down their breakfast.
"Why, here's a hole -- an exit -- an outlet!"

exclaimed the Ork from above.
"We know," said Trot. "We found it last night."



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