Button-Bright seemed astonished, too.

"Perhaps I didn't say it right," he replied after a moment's
thought. Then, looking up at the umbrella, he repeated distinctly,
"I said I wanted to go to Sky Island! Sky Island, don't you
understand?"

The umbrella swept steadily along, getting farther and farther out
to sea and rising higher and higher toward the clouds.

"Mack'rel an' herrings!" roared Cap'n Bill, now really frightened.
"Ain't there any blamed way at all to stop her?"

"None that I know of," said Button-Bright anxiously.

"P'raps," said Trot after a pause during which she tried hard to
think. "P'raps 'Sky Island' isn't the name of that island at all."

"Why, we know very well it ain't the name of it," yelled Cap'n Bill
from below. "We jus' called it that 'cause its right name is too
hard to say."

"That's the whole trouble, then," returned Button-Bright. "Somewhere
in the world there's a real Sky Island, and having told the Magic
Umbrella to take us there, it's going to do so."

"Well, I declare!" gasped the sailorman. "Can't we land anywhere
else?"

"Not unless you care to tumble off," said the boy. "I've told the