The Ork

The eyes that regarded them, as the creature stood dripping before

them, were bright and mild in expression, and the queer addition to

their party made no attempt to attack them and seemed quite as

surprised by the meeting as they were.

"I wonder," whispered Trot, "what it is."

"Who, me?" exclaimed the creature in a shrill, high-pitched voice.

"Why, I'm an Ork."

"Oh!" said the girl. "But what is an Ork?"

"I am," he repeated, a little proudly, as he shook the water from his

funny wings; "and if ever an Ork was glad to be out of the water and on

dry land again, you can be mighty sure that I'm that especial,

individual Ork!"

"Have you been in the water long?" inquired Cap'n Bill, thinking it

only polite to show an interest in the strange creature.

"Why, this last ducking was about ten minutes, I believe, and that's

about nine minutes and sixty seconds too long for comfort," was the

reply. "But last night I was in an awful pickle, I assure you. The

whirlpool caught me, and--"

"Oh, were you in the whirlpool, too?" asked Trot eagerly.

He gave her a glance that was somewhat reproachful.

"I believe I was mentioning the fact, young lady, when your desire to

talk interrupted me," said the Ork. "I am not usually careless in my

actions, but that whirlpool was so busy yesterday that I thought I'd

see what mischief it was up to. So I flew a little too near it and the

suction of the air drew me down into the depths of the ocean. Water and

I are natural enemies, and it would have conquered me this time had not

a bevy of pretty mermaids come to my assistance and dragged me away

from the whirling water and far up into a cavern, where they deserted

me."

"Why, that's about the same thing that happened to us," cried Trot.

"Was your cavern like this one?"

"I haven't examined this one yet," answered the Ork; "but if they

happen to be alike I shudder at our fate, for the other one was a

prison, with no outlet except by means of the water. I stayed there

all night, however, and this morning I plunged into the pool, as far

down as I could go, and then swam as hard and as far as I could. The

rocks scraped my back, now and then, and I barely escaped the clutches

of an ugly sea-monster; but by and by I came to the surface to catch my

breath, and found myself here. That's the whole story, and as I see you

have something to eat I entreat you to give me a share of it. The truth

is, I'm half starved."

With these words the Ork squatted down beside them. Very reluctantly

Cap'n Bill drew another biscuit from his pocket and held it out. The

Ork promptly seized it in one of its front claws and began to nibble

the biscuit in much the same manner a parrot might have done.

"We haven't much grub," said the sailor-man, "but we're willin' to

share it with a comrade in distress."

"That's right," returned the Ork, cocking its head sidewise in a

cheerful manner, and then for a few minutes there was silence while

they all ate of the biscuits. After a while Trot said:

"I've never seen or heard of an Ork before. Are there many of you?"

"We are rather few and exclusive, I believe," was the reply. "In the

country where I was born we are the absolute rulers of all living

things, from ants to elephants."

"What country is that?" asked Cap'n Bill.

"Orkland."

"Where does it lie?"

"I don't know, exactly. You see, I have a restless nature, for some

reason, while all the rest of my race are quiet and contented Orks and

seldom stray far from home. From childhood days I loved to fly long

distances away, although father often warned me that I would get into

trouble by so doing.

"'It's a big world, Flipper, my son,' he would say, 'and I've heard

that in parts of it live queer two-legged creatures called Men, who war

upon all other living things and would have little respect for even an

Ork.'

"This naturally aroused my curiosity and after I had completed my

education and left school I decided to fly out into the world and try

to get a glimpse of the creatures called Men. So I left home without

saying good-bye, an act I shall always regret. Adventures were many, I

found. I sighted men several times, but have never before been so close

to them as now. Also I had to fight my way through the air, for I met

gigantic birds, with fluffy feathers all over them, which attacked me

fiercely. Besides, it kept me busy escaping from floating airships. In

my rambling I had lost all track of distance or direction, so that when

I wanted to go home I had no idea where my country was located. I've

now been trying to find it for several months and it was during one of

my flights over the ocean that I met the whirlpool and became its

victim."

Trot and Cap'n Bill listened to this recital with much interest, and

from the friendly tone and harmless appearance of the Ork they judged

he was not likely to prove so disagreeable a companion as at first they

had feared he might be.

The Ork sat upon its haunches much as a cat does, but used the

finger-like claws of its front legs almost as cleverly as if they were

hands. Perhaps the most curious thing about the creature was its tail,

or what ought to have been its tail. This queer arrangement of skin,

bones and muscle was shaped like the propellers used on boats and

airships, having fan-like surfaces and being pivoted to its body. Cap'n

Bill knew something of mechanics, and observing the propeller-like tail

of the Ork he said:

"I s'pose you're a pretty swift flyer?"

"Yes, indeed; the Orks are admitted to be Kings of the Air."

"Your wings don't seem to amount to much," remarked Trot.

"Well, they are not very big," admitted the Ork, waving the four hollow

skins gently to and fro, "but they serve to support my body in the air

while I speed along by means of my tail. Still, taken altogether, I'm

very handsomely formed, don't you think?"

Trot did not like to reply, but Cap'n Bill nodded gravely. "For an

Ork," said he, "you're a wonder. I've never seen one afore, but I can

imagine you're as good as any."

That seemed to please the creature and it began walking around the

cavern, making its way easily up the slope. While it was gone, Trot and

Cap'n Bill each took another sip from the water-flask, to wash down

their breakfast.

"Why, here's a hole--an exit--an outlet!" exclaimed the Ork from above.

"We know," said Trot. "We found it last night."

"Well, then, let's be off," continued the Ork, after sticking its head

into the black hole and sniffing once or twice. "The air seems fresh

and sweet, and it can't lead us to any worse place than this."

The girl and the sailor-man got up and climbed to the side of the Ork.

"We'd about decided to explore this hole before you came," explained

Cap'n Bill; "but it's a dangerous place to navigate in the dark, so

wait till I light a candle."

"What is a candle?" inquired the Ork.

"You'll see in a minute," said Trot.

The old sailor drew one of the candles from his right-side pocket and

the tin matchbox from his left-side pocket. When he lighted the match

the Ork gave a startled jump and eyed the flame suspiciously; but Cap'n

Bill proceeded to light the candle and the action interested the Ork

very much.

"Light," it said, somewhat nervously, "is valuable in a hole of this

sort. The candle is not dangerous, I hope?"

"Sometimes it burns your fingers," answered Trot, "but that's about the

worst it can do--'cept to blow out when you don't want it to."

Cap'n Bill shielded the flame with his hand and crept into the hole. It

wasn't any too big for a grown man, but after he had crawled a few feet

it grew larger. Trot came close behind him and then the Ork followed.

"Seems like a reg'lar tunnel," muttered the sailor-man, who was

creeping along awkwardly because of his wooden leg. The rocks, too,

hurt his knees.

For nearly half an hour the three moved slowly along the tunnel, which

made many twists and turns and sometimes slanted downward and sometimes

upward. Finally Cap'n Bill stopped short, with an exclamation of

disappointment, and held the flickering candle far ahead to light the

scene.

"What's wrong?" demanded Trot, who could see nothing because the

sailor's form completely filled the hole.

"Why, we've come to the end of our travels, I guess," he replied.

"Is the hole blocked?" inquired the Ork.

"No; it's wuss nor that," replied Cap'n Bill sadly. "I'm on the edge of

a precipice. Wait a minute an' I'll move along and let you see for

yourselves. Be careful, Trot, not to fall."

Then he crept forward a little and moved to one side, holding the

candle so that the girl could see to follow him. The Ork came next and

now all three knelt on a narrow ledge of rock which dropped straight

away and left a huge black space which the tiny flame of the candle

could not illuminate.

"H-m!" said the Ork, peering over the edge; "this doesn't look very

promising, I'll admit. But let me take your candle, and I'll fly down

and see what's below us."

"Aren't you afraid?" asked Trot.

"Certainly I'm afraid," responded the Ork. "But if we intend to escape

we can't stay on this shelf forever. So, as I notice you poor creatures

cannot fly, it is my duty to explore the place for you."

Cap'n Bill handed the Ork the candle, which had now burned to about

half its length. The Ork took it in one claw rather cautiously and then

tipped its body forward and slipped over the edge. They heard a queer

buzzing sound, as the tail revolved, and a brisk flapping of the

peculiar wings, but they were more interested just then in following

with their eyes the tiny speck of light which marked the location of

the candle. This light first made a great circle, then dropped slowly

downward and suddenly was extinguished, leaving everything before them

black as ink.

"Hi, there! How did that happen?" cried the Ork.

"It blew out, I guess," shouted Cap'n Bill. "Fetch it here."

"I can't see where you are," said the Ork.

So Cap'n Bill got out another candle and lighted it, and its flame

enabled the Ork to fly back to them. It alighted on the edge and held

out the bit of candle.

"What made it stop burning?" asked the creature.

"The wind," said Trot. "You must be more careful, this time."

"What's the place like?" inquired Cap'n Bill.

"I don't know, yet; but there must be a bottom to it, so I'll try to

find it."

With this the Ork started out again and this time sank downward more

slowly. Down, down, down it went, till the candle was a mere spark, and

then it headed away to the left and Trot and Cap'n Bill lost all sight

of it.

In a few minutes, however, they saw the spark of light again, and as

the sailor still held the second lighted candle the Ork made straight

toward them. It was only a few yards distant when suddenly it dropped

the candle with a cry of pain and next moment alighted, fluttering

wildly, upon the rocky ledge.

"What's the matter?" asked Trot.

"It bit me!" wailed the Ork. "I don't like your candles. The thing

began to disappear slowly as soon as I took it in my claw, and it grew

smaller and smaller until just now it turned and bit me--a most

unfriendly thing to do. Oh--oh! Ouch, what a bite!"

"That's the nature of candles, I'm sorry to say," explained Cap'n Bill,

with a grin. "You have to handle 'em mighty keerful. But tell us, what

did you find down there?"

"I found a way to continue our journey," said the Ork, nursing tenderly

the claw which had been burned. "Just below us is a great lake of black

water, which looked so cold and wicked that it made me shudder; but

away at the left there's a big tunnel, which we can easily walk

through. I don't know where it leads to, of course, but we must follow

it and find out." "why, we can't get to it," protested the little girl.

"We can't fly, as you do, you must remember."

"No, that's true," replied the Ork musingly. "Your bodies are built

very poorly, it seems to me, since all you can do is crawl upon the

earth's surface. But you may ride upon my back, and in that way I can

promise you a safe journey to the tunnel."

"Are you strong enough to carry us?" asked Cap'n Bill, doubtfully.

"Yes, indeed; I'm strong enough to carry a dozen of you, if you could

find a place to sit," was the reply; "but there's only room between my

wings for one at a time, so I'll have to make two trips."

"All right; I'll go first," decided Cap'n Bill.

He lit another candle for Trot to hold while they were gone and to

light the Ork on his return to her, and then the old sailor got upon

the Ork's back, where he sat with his wooden leg sticking straight out

sidewise.

"If you start to fall, clasp your arms around my neck," advised the

creature.

"If I start to fall, it's good night an' pleasant dreams," said Cap'n

Bill.

"All ready?" asked the Ork.

"Start the buzz-tail," said Cap'n Bill, with a tremble in his voice.

But the Ork flew away so gently that the old man never even tottered in

his seat. Trot watched the light of Cap'n Bill's candle till it

disappeared in the far distance. She didn't like to be left alone on

this dangerous ledge, with a lake of black water hundreds of feet below

her; but she was a brave little girl and waited patiently for the

return of the Ork. It came even sooner than she had expected and the

creature said to her:

"Your friend is safe in the tunnel. Now, then, get aboard and I'll

carry you to him in a jiffy."

I'm sure not many little girls would have cared to take that awful ride

through the huge black cavern on the back of a skinny Ork. Trot didn't

care for it, herself, but it just had to be done and so she did it as

courageously as possible. Her heart beat fast and she was so nervous

she could scarcely hold the candle in her fingers as the Ork sped

swiftly through the darkness.

It seemed like a long ride to her, yet in reality the Ork covered the

distance in a wonderfully brief period of time and soon Trot stood

safely beside Cap'n Bill on the level floor of a big arched tunnel. The

sailor-man was very glad to greet his little comrade again and both

were grateful to the Ork for his assistance.

"I dunno where this tunnel leads to," remarked Cap'n Bill, "but it

surely looks more promisin' than that other hole we crept through."

"When the Ork is rested," said Trot, "we'll travel on and see what

happens."

"Rested!" cried the Ork, as scornfully as his shrill voice would allow.

"That bit of flying didn't tire me at all. I'm used to flying days at a

time, without ever once stopping."

"Then let's move on," proposed Cap'n Bill. He still held in his hand

one lighted candle, so Trot blew out the other flame and placed her

candle in the sailor's big pocket. She knew it was not wise to burn two

candles at once.

The tunnel was straight and smooth and very easy to walk through, so

they made good progress. Trot thought that the tunnel began about two

miles from the cavern where they had been cast by the whirlpool, but

now it was impossible to guess the miles traveled, for they walked

steadily for hours and hours without any change in their surroundings.

Finally Cap'n Bill stopped to rest.

"There's somethin' queer about this 'ere tunnel, I'm certain," he

declared, wagging his head dolefully. "Here's three candles gone

a'ready, an' only three more left us, yet the tunnel's the same as it

was when we started. An' how long it's goin' to keep up, no one knows."

"Couldn't we walk without a light?" asked Trot. "The way seems safe

enough."

"It does right now," was the reply, "but we can't tell when we are

likely to come to another gulf, or somethin' jes' as dangerous. In that

case we'd be killed afore we knew it."

"Suppose I go ahead?" suggested the Ork. "I don't fear a fall, you

know, and if anything happens I'll call out and warn you."

"That's a good idea," declared Trot, and Cap'n Bill thought so, too. So

the Ork started off ahead, quite in the dark, and hand in band the two

followed him.

When they had walked in this way for a good long time the Ork halted

and demanded food. Cap'n Bill had not mentioned food because there was

so little left--only three biscuits and a lump of cheese about as big

as his two fingers--but he gave the Ork half of a biscuit, sighing as

he did so. The creature didn't care for the cheese, so the sailor

divided it between himself and Trot. They lighted a candle and sat down

in the tunnel while they ate.

"My feet hurt me," grumbled the Ork. "I'm not used to walking and this

rocky passage is so uneven and lumpy that it hurts me to walk upon it."

"Can't you fly along?" asked Trot.

"No; the roof is too low," said the Ork.

After the meal they resumed their journey, which Trot began to fear

would never end. When Cap'n Bill noticed how tired the little girl was,

he paused and lighted a match and looked at his big silver watch.

"Why, it's night!" he exclaimed. "We've tramped all day, an' still

we're in this awful passage, which mebbe goes straight through the

middle of the world, an' mebbe is a circle--in which case we can keep

walkin' till doomsday. Not knowin' what's before us so well as we know

what's behind us, I propose we make a stop, now, an' try to sleep till

mornin'."

"That will suit me," asserted the Ork, with a groan. "My feet are

hurting me dreadfully and for the last few miles I've been limping with

pain."

"My foot hurts, too," said the sailor, looking for a smooth place on

the rocky floor to sit down.

"Your foot!" cried the Ork. "why, you've only one to hurt you, while I

have four. So I suffer four times as much as you possibly can. Here;

hold the candle while I look at the bottoms of my claws. I declare," he

said, examining them by the flickering light, "there are bunches of

pain all over them!"

"P'r'aps," said Trot, who was very glad to sit down beside her

companions, "you've got corns."

"Corns? Nonsense! Orks never have corns," protested the creature,

rubbing its sore feet tenderly.

"Then mebbe they're--they're-- What do you call 'em, Cap'n Bill?

Something 'bout the Pilgrim's Progress, you know."

"Bunions," said Cap'n Bill.

"Oh, yes; mebbe you've got bunions."

"It is possible," moaned the Ork. "But whatever they are, another day

of such walking on them would drive me crazy."

"I'm sure they'll feel better by mornin'," said Cap'n Bill,

encouragingly. "Go to sleep an' try to forget your sore feet."

The Ork cast a reproachful look at the sailor-man, who didn't see it.

Then the creature asked plaintively: "Do we eat now, or do we starve?"

"There's only half a biscuit left for you," answered Cap'n Bill. "No

one knows how long we'll have to stay in this dark tunnel, where

there's nothing whatever to eat; so I advise you to save that morsel o'

food till later."

"Give it me now!" demanded the Ork. "If I'm going to starve, I'll do it

all at once--not by degrees."

Cap'n Bill produced the biscuit and the creature ate it in a trice.

Trot was rather hungry and whispered to Cap'n Bill that she'd take part

of her share; but the old man secretly broke his own half-biscuit in

two, saving Trot's share for a time of greater need.

He was beginning to be worried over the little girl's plight and long

after she was asleep and the Ork was snoring in a rather disagreeable

manner, Cap'n Bill sat with his back to a rock and smoked his pipe and

tried to think of some way to escape from this seemingly endless

tunnel. But after a time he also slept, for hobbling on a wooden leg

all day was tiresome, and there in the dark slumbered the three

adventurers for many hours, until the Ork roused itself and kicked the

old sailor with one foot.

"It must be another day," said he.