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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;

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