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.