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.