“That was all.”
“Well, it was beautiful, anyway. And there’s another one—a lot of grass and green trees this time.”
“That’s an oasis.”
“Maybe it’s just another mirage.”
“No, it’s an oasis. See! It’s getting closer and clearer all the time. There’s where we’ll stop.”
The swift speed of their air-vessel soon brought them to the green oasis. There they descended to the earth, pumped the tank full of air, and firmly secured the balloon to a tree. Then Fitz set about to repair the selector, and Bob began to search for fruit. The boy was successful in his quest and soon returned to his comrade, his cap full of luscious dates. The goblin was sitting upon the ground, his back against the side of the basket, apparently glum and half asleep.
“Have some, Fitz,” the boy mumbled, his mouth full of fruit, offering a share to his companion. Fitz drowsily shook his head.
“Did you get the selector fixed?” Bob inquired.
The goblin nodded, batting his eyes.