"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.