ect ease. Up it went and up till it came to the top of a
great wave, and then it would race down on the other side as if they
were bob-sledding and great sport it was, too, out in the middle of
the ocean, and Sweetclover laughed and even old serious Kernel Cob
smiled and forgot all about fighting.

Toward the afternoon, the sea quieted down and they rode along faster
and presently, Sweetclover, who was always watching, cried out:

"I see another island!"

"So it is!" said Kernel Cob, looking in the wrong direction.

"Not over there. Look!" and she pointed.

Sure enough. There was a large black stretch of what appeared to be
land. And it was very flat.

"I hope there will be no more savages to fight," said Sweetclover.

"I hope there will," said Kernel Cob.

"It's moving," said Sweetclover. "It seems to be coming this way."

"Where did it go?" asked Kernel Cob, for at that moment it disappeared
altogether.

"I'm sure I saw it," said Sweetclover. "Didn't you?"

But Kernel Cob only frowned and looked serious.

And, in a few minutes, they saw it again, but this time it was very
much nearer and bigger and the sun made it look very smooth.

"It's a whale!" said Sweetclover.

"Who cares," said he, and drew his sword.

And the turtle, for it was a turtle and not a whale at all, came
towards them and it was very large, nearly as big around as an acre.
And when it got very near to the boat, its head came up out of its
shell and the little shoe boat shook with the waves it made.

And the turtle was just about to snap the boat in its mouth when
Kernel Cob swung his sword and with one mighty stroke cut off its
head.

"Ha, ha!" cried Kernel Cob, but, receiving no reply from Sweetclover,
he looked about and found she had fainted.

He found also that the boat was leaking badly from a crack in the side
made, no doubt, by the turtle.

Quickly, he lifted Sweetclover and carried her aboard the back of the
turtle and laid her gently down, for the shoe was sinking and he was
no sooner out of it than it turned over on its side.

"Not a minute too soon," muttered Kernel Cob, "and now to revive
Sweetclover." This he soon did and she opened her eyes and looked
about in wonder.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"On the old turtle's back," laughed Kernel Cob.

"But we shall never get anywhere now, for we have no sail," said
Sweetclover. And she began to cry.

"Crying never did anybody any good," said Kernel Cob, "I wish y