And Kernel Cob and Sweetclover sailed and sailed for many days and nights.
"I wonder where we are and if we shall ever be on land again," sighed poor little Sweetclover.
"Of course we will," answered Kernel Cob although he, too, was doubtful, but being a soldier he had to keep his courage up and to cheer Sweetclover. So he pretended that they were perfectly safe.
And on they sailed and you couldn't see anything but water for miles and miles, no matter where you looked.
"What's that?" said Sweetclover, and she was so excited that she nearly tipped over the boat.
"I can't see anything but water and a little too much of that to suit me," said Kernel Cob.
"Don't you see something dark against the sky?" she asked.
"No, I don't," said Kernel Cob, and he shaded his eyes with his hand the way sailors do when they look for something at sea.
"I hope it isn't a whale," said Sweetclover.
"It had better not be," said Kernel Cob, "if he knows what's good for him," and he patted his sword in a very brave manner.