man, but after he had crawled a few feet it grew
larger. Trot came close behind him and then the
Ork followed.

"Seems like a reg'lar tunnel," muttered the sailor-
man, who was creeping along awkwardly because of his
wooden leg. The rocks, too, hurt his knees.

For nearly half an hour the three moved slowly along
the tunnel, which made many twists and turns and
sometimes slanted downward and sometimes upward.
Finally Cap'n Bill stopped short, with an exclamation
of disappointment, and held the flickering candle far
ahead to light the scene.

"What's wrong?" demanded Trot, who could see nothing
because the sailor's form completely filled the hole.

"Why, we've come to the end of our travels, I guess,"
he replied.

"Is the hole blocked?" inquired the Ork.

"No; it's wuss nor that," replied Cap'n Bill sadly.
"I'm on the edge of a precipice. Wait a minute an' I'll
move along and let you see for yourselves. Be careful,
Trot, not to fall."

Then he crept forward a little and moved to one side,
holding the candle so that the girl could see to follow