Not far from the place where they stood was the top of
the mountain, which seemed to be flat, so the Ork
proposed to his companions that he would fly up and see
what was there.
"That's a good idea," said Trot, "'cause it's getting
toward evening and we'll have to find a place to sleep."
The Ork had not been gone more than a few minutes when
they saw him appear on the edge of the top which was
nearest them.
"Come on up!" he called.
So Trot and Cap'n Bill began to ascend the steep
slope and it did not take them long to reach the place
where the Ork awaited them.
Their first view of the mountain top pleased them very
much. It was a level space of wider extent than they had
guessed and upon it grew grass of a brilliant green
color. In the very center stood a house built of stone
and very neatly constructed. No one was in sight, but
smoke was coming from the chimney, so with one accord all
three began walking toward the house.
"I wonder," said Trot, "in what country we are, and if
it's very far from my home in California.
Pages:
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90