CHAPTER IV
IN DANGER OF THE SEA
Bob drew a deep breath and dropped down beside his companion. For several minutes they sat silent, each staring stonily into the other’s white face. At last the boy murmured huskily:
“Fitz, are the feathers es—escaping very fast? Can’t we do something to stop the leak?”
The goblin shook his head.
“Not very fast,” he said slowly, moistening his dry lips by rubbing them together, “just one at a time.”
“Is the rip in the bag a very big one?”
“No.”
Bob brightened.
“Couldn’t we climb up some way and fix it?” he inquired.