Mo.'
'Have you been anywhere else, sir?'
'No; I can't say that I have,' admitted the Mountain Ear.
'Then permit me to say you're no judge,' declared Cap'n Bill. 'But you haven't answered my question, friend Ork. How are we to get away from this mountain?'
The Ork reflected a while before he answered.
'I might carry one of you—the boy or the girl—upon my back,' said he, 'but three big people are more than I can manage, although I have carried two of you for a short distance. You ought not to have eaten those purple berries so soon.'
'P'r'aps we did make a mistake,' Cap'n Bill acknowledged.
'Or we might have brought some of those lavender berries with us, instead of so many purple ones,' suggested Trot regretfully.
Cap'n Bill made no reply to this statement, which showed he did not fully agree with the little girl; but he fell into deep thought, with wrinkled brows, and finally he said:
'If those purple berries would make anything grow bigger, whether it'd eaten the lavender ones or not, I could find a way out of our troubles.'
They did not understand this speech and looked at the old sailor as if expecting him to explain what he meant. But just then a chorus of shrill cries rose from outside.
'Here! Let me go—let me go!' the voices seemed to say. 'Why are we insulted in this way? Mountain Ear, come and help us!'
Trot ran to the window and looked out.
'It's the birds you caught, Cap'n,' she said. 'I didn't know they could talk.'
'Oh, yes; all the birds in Mo are educated to talk,' said the Bumpy Man. Then he looked at Cap'n Bill uneasily and added: 'Won't you let the poor things go?'
'I'll see,' replied the sailor, and walked out to where the birds were fluttering and complaining because the strings would not allow them to fly away.
'Listen to me!' he cried, and at once they became still. 'We three people who are strangers in your land want to go to some other country, and we want three of you birds to carry us there. We know we are asking a great favor, but it's the only way we can think of—excep' walkin', an' I'm not much good at that because I've a wooden leg. Besides, Trot an' Button-Bright are too small to undertake a long and tiresome journey. Now, tell me: Which three of you birds will consent to carry us?'
The birds looked at one another as if greatly astonished. Then one of them replied: 'You must be crazy, old man. Not one of us is big enough to fly with even the smallest of your party.'
'I'll fix the matter of size,' promised Cap'n Bill. 'If three of you will agree to carry us, I'll make you big an' strong enough to do it, so it won't worry you a bit.'
The birds considered this gravely. Living in a magic country, they had no doubt but that the strange one- legged man could do what he said. After a little, one of them asked:
'If you make us big, would we stay big always?'
'I think so,' replied Cap'n Bill.
They chattered a while among themselves and then the bird that had first spoken said: 'I'll go, for one.'
'So will I,' said another; and after a pause a third said: 'I'll go, too.'
Perhaps more would have volunteered, for it seemed that for some reason they all longed to be bigger than they were; but three were enough for Cap'n Bill's purpose and so he promptly released all the others, who immediately flew away.
The three that remained were cousins, and all were of the same brilliant plumage and in size about as large as eagles. When Trot questioned them she found they were quite young, having only abandoned their nests a few weeks before. They were strong young birds, with clear, brave eyes, and the little girl decided they were the most beautiful of all the feathered creatures she had ever seen.
Cap'n Bill now took from his pocket the wooden box with the sliding cover and removed the three purple berries, which were still in good condition.
'Eat these,' he said, and gave one to each of the birds. They obeyed, finding the fruit very pleasant to taste. In a few seconds they began to grow in size and grew so fast that Trot feared they would never stop. But they finally did stop growing, and then they were much larger than the Ork, and nearly the size of full-grown ostriches.
Cap'n Bill was much pleased by this result.
'You can carry us now, all right,' said he.
The birds strutted around with pride, highly pleased with their immense size.
'I don't see, though,' said Trot doubtfully, 'how we're going to ride on their backs without falling off.'
'We're not going to ride on their backs,' answered Cap'n Bill. 'I'm going to make swings for us to ride in.'
He then asked the Bumpy Man for some rope, but the man had no rope. He had, however, an old suit of gray clothes which he gladly presented to Cap'n Bill, who cut the cloth into strips and twisted it so that it was almost as strong as rope. With this material he attached to each bird a swing that dangled below its feet, and Button-Bright made a trial flight in one of them to prove that it was safe and comfortable. When all this had been arranged one of the birds asked:
'Where do you wish us to take you?'
'Why, just follow the Ork,' said Cap'n Bill. 'He will be our leader, and wherever the Ork flies you are to fly, and wherever the Ork lands you are to land. Is that satisfactory?'
The birds declared it was quite satisfactory, so Cap'n Bill took counsel with the Ork.
'On our way here,' said that peculiar creature, 'I noticed a broad, sandy desert at the left of me, on which was no living thing.'
'Then we'd better keep away from it,' replied the sailor.
'Not so,' insisted the Ork. 'I have found, on my travels, that the most pleasant countries often lie in the midst of deserts; so I think it would be wise for us to fly over this desert and discover what lies beyond it. For in the direction we came from lies the ocean, as we well know, and beyond here is this strange Land of Mo, which we do not care to explore. On one side, as we can see from this mountain, is a broad expanse of plain, and on the other the desert. For my part, I vote for the desert.'
'What do you say, Trot?' inquired Cap'n Bill.
'It's all the same to me,' she replied.
No one thought of asking Button-Bright's opinion, so it was decided to fly over the desert. They bade good-bye to the Bumpy Man and thanked him for his kindness and hospitality. Then they seated themselves in the swings—one for each bird—and told the Ork to start away and they would follow.
The whirl of the Ork's tail astonished the birds at first, but after he had gone a short distance they rose in the air, carrying their passengers easily, and flew with strong, regular strokes of their great wings in the wake of their leader.
Chapter Nine
The Kingdom of Jinxland
Trot rode with more comfort than she had expected, although the swing swayed so much that she had to hold on tight with both hands. Cap'n Bill's bird followed the Ork, and Trot came next, with Button-Bright trailing behind her. It was quite an imposing procession, but unfortunately there was no one to see it, for the Ork had headed straight for the great sandy desert and in a few minutes after starting they were flying high over the broad waste, where no living thing could exist.
The little girl thought this would be a bad place for the birds to lose strength, or for the cloth ropes to give way; but although she could not help feeling a trifle nervous and fidgety she had confidence in the huge and
