"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.