When they stood on the top of the hill they could see
the blue waves of the ocean in front of them, to the
right of them, and at the left of them. Behind the
hill was a forest that shut out the view.

"I hope it ain't an island, Trot," said Cap'n Bill
gravely.

"If it is, I s'pose we're prisoners," she replied.

"Ezzackly so, Trot."

"But, 'even so, it's better than those terr'ble
underground tunnels and caverns," declared the girl.

"You are right, little one," agreed the Ork.
"Anything above ground is better than the best that
lies under ground. So let's not quarrel with our fate
but be thankful we've escaped."

"We are, indeed!" she replied. "But I wonder if
we can find something to eat in this place?"

"Let's explore an' find out," proposed Cap'n Bill.
"Those trees over at the left look like cherry-trees."

On the way to them the explorers had to walk
through a tangle of vines and Cap'n Bill, who went
first, stumbled and pitched forward on his face.