with such small blades.

"And s'pose we got afloat on the ocean," said Trot,
"where would we drift to, and how long would it take us
to get there?"

Cap'n Bill was forced to admit he didn't know. The Ork
could fly away from the island any time it wished to, but
the queer creature was loyal to his new friends and
refused to leave them in such a lonely, forsaken place.

It was when Trot urged him to go, on this fourth
morning, that the Ork had his happy thought.

"I will go," said he, "if you two will agree to ride
upon my back."

"We are too heavy; you might drop us," objected
Cap'n Bill.

"Yes, you are rather heavy for a long journey,"
acknowledged the Ork, "but you might eat of those
lavender berries and become so small that I could carry
you with ease."

This quaint suggestion startled Trot and she looked
gravely at the speaker while she considered it, but Cap'n
Bill gave a scornful snort and asked:

"What would become of us afterward? We wouldn't be much