For hours and hours the Ork flew steadily, keeping to
the straight line and searching with his eyes the horizon
of the ocean for land. Cap'n Bill was fast asleep and
snoring and Trot had laid her head on his shoulder to
rest it when suddenly the Ork exclaimed:
"There! I've caught a glimpse of land, at last."
At this announcement they roused themselves. Cap'n Bill
stood up and tried to peek over the edge of the
sunbonnet.
"What does it look like?" he inquired.
"Looks like another island," said the Ork; "but I can
judge it better in a minute or two."
"I don't care much for islands, since we visited that
other one," declared Trot.
Soon the Ork made another announcement.
"It is surely an island, and a little one, too," said
he. "But I won't stop, because I see a much bigger land
straight ahead of it."
"That's right," approved Cap'n Bill. "The bigger the
land, the better it will suit us."
"It's almost a continent," continued the Ork after a
brief silence, during which he did not decrease the speed
of his flight. "I wonder if it can be Orkland, the place
I have been seeking so long?"
"I hope not," whispered Trot to Cap'n Bill -- so softly
that the Ork could not hear her -- "for I shouldn't like
to be in a country where only Orks live.
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