"Pretty soon," was the reply. "There is a mountain
peak just ahead of me. What do you say to our landing on
that?"

"All right," agreed the sailor-man, for both he and
Trot were getting tired of riding in the sunbonnet and
longed to set foot on solid ground again.

So in a few minutes the Ork slowed down his speed and
then came to a stop so easily that they were scarcely
jarred at all. Then the creature squatted down until the
sunbonnet rested on the ground, and began trying to
unfasten with its claws the knotted strings.

This proved a very clumsy task, because the strings
were tied at the back of the Ork's neck, just where his
claws would not easily reach. After much fumbling he
said:

"I'm afraid I can't let you out, and there is no one
near to help me."

This was at first discouraging, but after a little
thought Cap'n Bill said:

"If you don't mind, Trot, I can cut a slit in your
sunbonnet with my knife."

"Do," she replied. "The slit won't matter, 'cause I can