The Purple Prince of Oz
	by RUTH PLUMLY THOMPSON

Dear Boys and Girls:
	I hope you like this gay Oz adventure.  Tell me if you do!
It all happened about the time the June Bug came out of storage,
and just about the time next year's snow balls are ripe,
I'll be writing you another story.
	Oz Always,
		RUTH PLUMLY THOMPSON

This book is cheerfully and affectionately dedicated to
	Oliver Cromwell Curtis,
in less serious moments, my Big Brother Tom.  Well there is nothing
serious about Oz, so cheerio, Tom and many merry wishes!


LIST OF CHAPTERS

1	SourGrapes
2	A Strange Story
3	The Mist Tree
4	In Follenshy Forest
5	The River Road
6	Torpedora, the Glorious
7	Stair Way.
8	Nandywog, the Little Giant
9	The Guide Post Man
10	Regalia
11	In the Castle of the Red Jinn
12	The Grand Advizier Advises
13	The Red Jinn's Looking Glasses
14	King, King, Double King!
15	Escape from Double Up
16	Meanwhile, in Pumperdink
17	Ozwoz the Wonderful
18	The Elegant Elephant Uses His Head
19	More Mysteries
20	"The Purple Prince Has Earned His Crown!"


CHAPTER 1

Sour Grapes

"WHO is this boy?" wheezed the King of Pumperdink
fretfully. "What has he done?
Speak up, General, can't you see I have a headache?"
Groaning a little, for he had eaten twenty pickled
eggs for breakfast and found them highly indigestible,
Pompus stared petulantly at the shabby boy who
had just been dragged into his presence. "Who are
You?" he demanded, pointing his fat finger crossly
at the culprit.
	"A runaway!" panted the Royal Gardener, shaking
his rake.
	"A thief!" added General Quakes grimly. "He has
eaten all the grapes on your Majesty's favorite grape
vine.
	"Ugh!" winced the King, for the very thought of
eating anything made him feel terribly terrible!
	"Tell his Highness why you stole the grapes,"
ordered the general, giving the prisoner a little prod.
	"Because I was hungry," answered the boy, jerking
away from his two captors and staring calmly
at the King.
	"Hungry?" Pompus, who was really extremely
soft-hearted, looked distressed. "Dear, dear, that
is too bad! Well, how did you find them?"
	"Sour," answered the prisoner shortly. "Very
sour."
	"Sour? My imperial Pumperdinkian purple grapes
sour? Dip him! Dip him in the well! Take him
away!" shouted Pompus, annoyed and insulted.
	"What's all this noise?" murmured a sleepy voice,
and Kabumpo, the Elegant Elephant, who had been
enjoying his morning nap, thrust his huge head
through the curtain in back of the King's throne.
"Why all this excitement so early in the day?"
	"This miserable little runaway has eaten the
King's best grapes," explained General Quakes, rattling
his sword dangerously.
	"Not only that. He says they are sour!" frowned
Pompus, blowing out his cheeks and rolling his eyes
indignantly around at the Elegant Elephant.
	"Sour grapes! Ho, ho! Kerumph!" rumbled
Kabumpo, coming all the way out. "Told you so
right to your face? Well, there's courage for you.
What's your name, young one?"
	"Randy," answered the prisoner, glancing curiously
up at the gorgeously caparisoned elephant.
	"Randy what?" yawned Kabumpo.
	"Just Randy." Thrusting both hands in his
pockets, the boy, who was about ten with black hair
and eyes, looked composedly at his captors.
	"Well, I'll Randy him," fumed Pompus, clasping
his hands on his stomach. "Dip him three times and
return him to his family at once!"
	"Where are you from?" roared General Quakes,
seizing Randy's arm. But at this, Randy closed his
mouth tight and refused to speak; and though the
gardener on one side and the general on the other
Continued to shake and question, not a word could
they get out of him.
	"I saw him sneaking down the mountains
last evening," insisted the gardener testily. "He
must live in the mountains. Where do you belong
you little grape eater, you?"
	"Stop!" trumpeted Kabumpo indignantly, as Randy
was jerked first by one arm and then the other. "Do
you want to pull the boy in two? I, myself, will take
this lad for an attendant. Spezzle is old and anxious
to retire, so let me have this boy, your Majesty, and
I promise he shall never bother you again. Will you
come with me and do exactly as I say?" asked the
Elegant Elephant, squinting down his trunk at the
shabby little Gilliken. Randy looked dubiously up
into Kabumpo's snapping little eyes, but detecting
an unmistakable wink, thankfully nodded his head.
	"Then take him away at once Take him away!"
ordered Pompus, clapping both hands to his aching
middle. "Can't you see I'm suffering? Go away, all
of you!"
	"How about the dipping?" sniffed the garden,
who felt that the prisoner was getting off far too
easily.
	"I'll attend to that" answered the Elegant Elephant
haughtily, and picking Randy up in his trunk
he tossed him lightly to his shoulder and stalked
with great dignity from the purple throne room.
	Now Pumperdink, as many of you already know,
is an old-fashioned Oz Kingdom way up in the northern
part of the Gilliken Country, its royal family
being one of the oldest and most interesting In Oz.
Pompus, the King, rules over his subjects with great
ease and cleverness. All who obey the laws are
rewarded; all who break the laws are promptly
dipped in the royal well. As the well water it purple
and dyes offenders as thoroughly and effectively as
we dye Easter Eggs, and as the dye sticks for almost
two weeks, the Pumperdinkians are very careful not
to break the laws, so that revolutions or uprisings
are practically unknown in that pleasant and peaceful
valley. It is not often that Pompus loses his
temper, either-only when he eats pickled eggs. Usually
he is the kindest and most considerate of monarchs.
Indeed, Pompus and Pozy Pink, his Queen,
are famed far and wide for their cheerfulness and
generosity.
	As for Pompadore, the King's son, and his Princess,
Peg Amy, and their little daughter Pajonia
they make life in the purple castle so delightfully
interesting and jolly that I can think of no happier
place to live or visit. No wonder Kabumpo prefers
Pumperdink to any other kingdom in the realm. And
speaking of Kabumpo I had better explain at once
that the Elegant Elephant was given to Pompus
simply Oz ages ago by a famous Blue Emperor. And
Kabumpo has shown himself so wise and sagacious
has lent such style and elegance to the Court that
he has been made a member of the royal family with
the rank of Prince and Chancellor.
	The King confers with Kabumpo on every occasion
and matter of importance and would not think of
undertaking a journey or war without first consulting
his Elegant Elephant. Which, of course, only
proves that Kabumpo is no ordinary pachyderm. No
Kabumpo is the largest elephant in Oz and in that
strange and exciting country where animals can talk
as well and sometimes better than their masters, It
Is no small honor to be the greatest animal of all.
Kabumpo sees and does things in a big way and
if he is a bit haughty and proud with lesser folk,
who can blame him? His heart, when you get right
down to it, is in exactly the right place and beats
warmly and loyally for his King and country. It was
this same big heart that prompted the Elegant Elephant
to come to the aid of the mountain boy, and he
had no intention at all of dipping Randy in the purple
well. Once back in his huge and comfortable
apartment on the first floor of the palace, Kabumpo
gave him food, new clothes and a long lecture on
court etiquette. But the lecture was so mixed with
jokes and funny stories that Randy did not mind it
at all and by evening was beginning to feel perfectly
at ease and at home in the grand and sumptuous
quarters of the Elegant Elephant of Oz.
	"As good a place as any to begin," he sighed,
snuggling comfortably down in the soft bed Kabumpo
had ordered the palace servants to place in the
enormous dressing room. "As good a place as any.
Ho, hum, I wonder how long it will take me!"

CHAPTER 2

A Strange Story

THE Elegant Elephant was dressing for dinner.
Kabumpo always dressed for dinner, wearing
his costliest jewels and most elaborately embroidered
robes of state as became a member of the royalest
family in Oz. As he surveyed himself calmly and
leisurely in the glass, Kabumpo was turning over
in his mind some stories that might amuse little
Princess Pajonia and keep her quiet and happy during
the long tedious dinner hour.
	"I'll tell her the tale of the pink goat," decided the
Elegant Elephant, taking up a small mirror in his
trunk and examining himself critically from all sides.
"Just pull that robe a bit to the right, Randy, and
see that the buckle is caught, will you?" Randy,
perched on a tall ladder beside Kabumpo, gave a
little sniff of impatience, but carefully straightened
the velvet robe, fastened the jeweled buckle and
then, resting his elbows on his knees, stared gloomily
into the long mirror "That's it," approved Kabumpo,
paying no attention to Randy's sulky expression.
"You grow handier every day, my boy. Why, soon
you'll be the handiest attendant I ever have had."
Randy said nothing,, but sniffed again, this time
quite audibly.
	"Now what's the matter?" grunted Kabumpo, looking
at him sharply. "Many a lad would think it an
honor to wait upon the Elegant Elephant of Oz.
Have you not a fine bed, new clothes and all you
want to eat? Haven't I taken you riding when no
one was about and allowed you to play marbles with
my best earrings? And who was it pray, who saved
you from being sent home in disgrace? Who made
a place for you in the King's household so you could
see something of high life? And now you sit there
and sniff at me. Hem! Ho! Kerumph!" Snorting
with displeasure, Kabumpo glared at Randy, and
Randy without explanation or apology glared back.
But for all his independence and sauciness, there was
something extremely likeable about this little Gilliken
and though he showed no proper deference or
respect for Kabumpo's rank and position, the Elegant
Elephant already felt an unaccountable liking
and affection for him. Still, it was unthinkable that
any one fortunate enough to associate with an elephant
as important and grand as himself should be
discontented or unhappy. Kabumpo just couldn't
understand it.
	"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," he grumbled,
shaking his trunk sternly at his little attendant.
"What's the matter with you, anyway?"
	"Oh, nothing," sighed Randy, running nimbly down
the ladder. "Nothing's the matter. That's just it.
Nothing! Nothing ever happens here." Folding his
arms Randy looked scornfully out over the quiet and
serene gardens of the castle.
	"Nothing ever happens here!" exclaimed Kabumpo,
coming round with one majestic sweep. "How do you
know nothing happens? You've been here only
a week. Let me tell you, my lad, things have happened
in Pumperdink that would make your ears
flap and your chin quiver. Things that would curl
up your knees and your nose, young one!"
	"Really!" Randy tried to speak indifferently but
could not keep the interest out of his voice; Kabumpo,
pulling an enormous gold watch from a pocket in
his robe and seeing that there was still half an hour
before dinner, demanded mysteriously:
	"Have you ever heard of scroll magic?"
	Randy slowly shook his head.
	"Ha, I thought not. Well, Randy, if it had not
been for scroll magic, Prince Pompadore would never
have married, Princess Peg Amy would still be a
wooden doll and I should never have visited the
Emerald City of Oz. It began on just such a day
as this," confessed the Elegant Elephant, looking
uneasily out of the window, "just such a day as this.
Pompa's birthday it was, too, and when we blew out
the candles on the birthday cake, the cake itself
exploded and knocked us all about. And when we
picked ourselves up, there was this scroll saying that
if Prince Pompadore did not marry a proper princess
in a proper span of time, Pumperdink would
disappear forever, and even longer, from the Gilliken
Country of Oz. Think of that my boy!"
	Without much enthusiasm Randy thought of that
and Kabumpo, warming to his tale, hurried on:
Well after the first shock of the scroll the King
and the Prime Pumper decided to marry Pompa to
Paleero, who happens to be the only princess around
here."
	"That old witch we saw gathering faggots yesterday?"
gasped Randy in a shocked voice. "Why, she's
as old as Stone Mountain!"
	"Older!" rasped Kabumpo, shaking his head angrily
at the mere memory of the thing. "And, you
know, the King and Pumper were so set on saving
the Kingdom at once that I had to run off with Pompa
to rescue him from the awful old creature."
	"Well, what happened then?" asked Randy, edging
closer and beginning to play with the fringe on
Kabumpo's robe.
	Pl-enty!," rumbled the Elegant Elephant, shifting
from one foot to the other. "Pompa and I traveling
all over Oz to find a proper princess and not
only found her and saved Pumperdink from disappearing
but rescued Ozma and her courtiers from
a giant as well." The Elegant Elephant tried to look
modest as he made this statement, but he did not
succeed very well and, as Randy was now all ears,
he told with great earnestness and enjoyment the
whole story of Peg Amy's enchantment and Prince
Pompadore's strange adventures and marriage.
	"It all began when an old wizard named Glegg
fell in love with the young and beautiful Princess of
Sun Top Mountain," explained Kabumpo, with a
huge sigh. "Consulting his book of the future, Glegg
discovered that the princess was to marry Prince
Pompadore of Pumperdink. To prevent this he sent
the threatening scroll, hoping to frighten Pompa
into a marriage with some other princess. See?"
Randy nodded quickly. "But when Glegg asked the
princess to marry him, of course she refused, and
in a fit of anger he turned her into a little tree in
Ozma's garden. Believing she would tire of this
enchantment and finally consent to marry him, Glegg
hid his box of magic in a cave under Ozma's castle
and set himself to wait for the princess to change
her mind. But what happened?" Kabumpo lifted his
trunk scornfully. "Cap'n Bill, an old sailor who lives
in the Emerald City, wishing to surprise Trot, a little
mortal girl who lives with Ozma, cut down the tree
and carved a wooden doll from the wood. Trot, never
knowing her doll had been a princess, called her Peg
Amy and dressed her and loved her and carried her
every place she went. Then, Ruggedo, the old
Gnome King, who had been banished from his own
dominions, took refuge in Glegg's cave, found his
box of mixed magic and almost destroyed the Emerald City."
	"But what about the wooden doll?" begged Randy,
Trying to piece all these strange incidents together.
	"Tut, tut! I'm coming to that," puffed Kabumpo,
glancing hurriedly at his watch. "Ruggedo stole
the doll, my boy, and took her to his cave. He wanted
somebody to scold and shake. He had already hired
a rabbit, named Wag, to wait upon him but Wag
would not allow the Gnome King even to box his
ears, so Ruggedo shook and scolded Peg to his
heart's content, pretending she was Kaliko, his old
steward. Fortunately Peg could not feel and Wag,
the rabbit, took as good care of her as he could.
Now, soon after stealing Peg, Ruggedo found Glegg's
box of magic containing Spike's hair strengthener,
expanding fluid, reanimating rays, some trick tea,
and many other powerful salves and appliances.
Wishing to be as strong as possible, Ruggedo poured
the hair strengthener on his head. It instantly
turned his hair into long iron spikes. Then, wishing
to try the expanding fluid, he poured a little on Wag,
the rabbit while he was asleep, and on the wooden
doll. Immediately they grew as large as you are and
when he tried the reanimating rays on Peg she came
to life and chased Rug all over the cavern."
	"Well, good for her!" exclaimed Randy. "Did she
catch him?"
	"No," admitted Kabumpo ruefully, "for Ruggedo,
afraid Peg would pay him back for all the shakings,
poured all the rest of the expanding fluid over himself.
First he expanded east and west till he filled
the whole cavern and next he shot up as tall as a
giant, bursting through the top of the cave. Then,
with Ozma's castle caught on the spikes of his head
like a crown, the Gnome King stepped out of the
cave, tramped off to Ev and sat down on a mountain.
and here's where we come in," announced Kabumpo
impressively. "I had about decided that Ozma was
the proper princess for Pompa to marry, and right
after Ruggedo disappeared with the castle, we arrived
in the Emerald City. Almost immediately we
met Wag and Peg. They had escaped from the cave
and with Glegg's box of mixed magic were on their
way to find the Gnome King, who they felt sure
meant to destroy Ozma and her courtiers. We naturally
determined to go with them and though the
wooden doll did not know she was a princess and
we did not know it either, we liked her at once and
grew fonder of her all the time. Well-" Kabumpo,
taking another look at his watch, hurriedly continued
the story, "-after some breath-taking adventures
we finally reached Ev and with the help of
Glegg's magic, forced Ruggedo to march back to
the Emerald City. Once there, he resumed his natural
size and shape; the castle was restored to its
foundations and the Gnome King himself was banished
to a lonely island in the Nonestic Ocean. But
Ozma refused to marry Prince Pompadore and when
we asked Glegg's question box who was the proper
princess it told us to go to Sun Top Mountain. So,
weary and discouraged though we were, we traveled
on to Sun Top Mountain, taking Wag and Peg Amy
along. When we reached the castle, the princess, of
course, was not there, but no sooner had Peg Amy
crossed the threshold, than the enchantment of
Glegg was broken, and she became her own charming
self. As she and Pompadore were very much in
love they were married on the spot. Then we all returned
to Pumperdink and have been here ever
since; little Princess Pajonia was born four years
ago last February. Is it all clear now?"
	"About as clear as custard," sniffed Randy. "And
has nothing happened since, sir?"
	"Well, nothing so exciting as all that" admitted
Kabumpo slowly, "but one never can tell, one never
can tell when something will happen again." The
Elegant Elephant was extremely pleased to have
Randy address him as "sir." It was the first time
the boy had done so.
	"He'll do!" chuckled Kabumpo delightedly, under
his breath. "He'll do! How would you like to go
to dinner with me?" he added aloud, and before
Randy could answer, tossed him lightly to his shoulder.
"Now for haysake," he cautioned gruffly, "for
haysake, speak when you are spoken to and try to
remember you are in the presence and on the back
of Royalty." Randy, seated comfortably on Kabumpo's
broad back, smothered his chuckles in the
elegant Elephant's velvet robe and Kabumpo billowed
slowly and majestically down the gold-paved
hallway to the royal banquet hall of the King.

CHAPTER 3

The Mist Tree
Now Randy had not seen the royal family of
Pumperdink since he had been caught by
General Quakes and dragged into the throne room,
and as Kabumpo swept grandly into the great dining
hall the boy felt extremely nervous and uneasy.
He was not sure that the King would be pleased to
see him again, so he made himself as small as possible
and peered inquisitively and anxiously over the
Elegant Elephant's left ear.
"Oyez! Oyez! Way for the Elegant Elephant of Oz,
Three bows and three bumps for Kabumpo!"
cried the Prime Pumper of the Realm, pounding
three times on the floor with his golden staff. At
this, all the courtiers bowed their heads three times
and tapped three times on the table with their
knives. The royal family did not bow but nodded
graciously as the Elegant Elephant took his place
behind the King's chair. The baby princess clapped
her hands with glee and Pompa immediately leaned
over to whisper to Kabumpo a joke he had just heard
from the gardener. The long table twinkled with
candles in golden holders and glittered with gold and
silver dishes. Twenty footmen in white wigs and
purple satin uniforms served a succession of savory
viands to the brilliantly clad and royal company and
no one noticed Randy at all.
Everything, in fact, was so carefree and jolly that
he stopped worrying and began to enjoy himself.
It was hard to believe that the lovely Princess of
Pumperdink had once been a wooden doll, and regarding
her solemnly Randy tried to imagine how
she must have looked and felt during that strange
enchantment. The Queen of Pumperdink was lovely,
too, and seemed scarcely old enough to have a son
as tall as Pompadore. The Prince, on his part, looked
exactly as Randy wished to look himself when he
was grown, and after a long approving scrutiny-
during which he decided to be as nearly like him as
possible, to marry a princess as lovely as Peg Amy
and have a little daughter as pretty as Pajonia-
he turned his attention to the other members of the
King's family and household.
	Pompus, very fat and gorgeous in pearl-studded
velvet, was seated at the head of the table. Beside
him was a thin, sly-looking fellow whom he addressed
as Kettywig. Randy was just wondering who he
might be when Kabumpo, who had been telling
Pajonia a story, called out in his booming voice:
	"Well, Brother Kettywig, how are you enjoying
your stay in our castle and kingdom?"
	"'Brother'!" gasped Kettywig, throwing down his
napkin and turning angrily to the King. "Are you
going to sit there and allow that great beast to call
me 'brother'?"
	"Oh, bosh and bother, now, what's the difference?'
muttered Pompus, popping a whole biscuit into his
mouth. "You are my brother, aren't you? Well
Kabumpo wants to make you feel at home. It's just
his little joking way, you know."
	"Little joking way!" sputtered Kettywig. "There's
nothing little about the creature but his wits. Make
me feel at home, indeed! How could I feel at home
in a country where an elephant calls me 'brother'?"
Choking with indignation, Kettywig seized a goblet
of water and swallowed it down at one gulp.
	"You wouldn't feel at home anywhere but a pickle
factory," sniffed the Elegant Elephant, taking a
platter of hot chicken from a footman and calmly
passing it back to Randy. "Or in a mustard mine!"
he finished scornfully. "Hah!" Randy almost held
his breath at such audacity, but the King, after a
wink at his favorite, went quietly on with his dinner,
leaving Kettywig to recover himself as best he could.
The royal orchestra had meanwhile struck up a lively
tune so that further conversation was impossible
and Randy, making short work of the chicken and
candied fruit Kabumpo passed him from time to
time, settled back with a little sigh of content. And
when, a few moments later, a page ran in to announce
that a traveling magician was without and
desired to entertain the company, Randy's interest
and satisfaction knew no bounds.
	"And what is he without, pray?" inquired
Kabumpo, as the King thoughtfully rubbed his chin.
	"He says he is without a peer, sir," stuttered the
page, casting uneasy glances over his shoulder.
	"How can a magician without a peer appear?"
demanded Kabumpo argumentatively.
	"What nonsense!" roared Pompus setting down
his tumbler. "Tell the fellow to come in, Pantleg. I,
for one, would like to see a magician without a peer
appear." Hearing Pompus' command and without
waiting to be announced, the magician, with a long,
lightning-like slide, shot into the banquet hall, coming
to a neat stop beside the King's chair.
	"Nishibis, the Wiz-ard!" piped Pantleg, jumping
behind a pillar. As Nishibis bowed deeply right and
left, Randy stood up to get a better look at the fellow.
He was thin, shriveled up and ugly, his face almost
hidden by dark spectacles and a peaked cap. Over
his shoulder he carried a blue bag of tricks, and his
voice when he spoke was high and irritating.
	"Now, where have I heard that voice before?"
thought Randy, as Nishibis drew a yellow scarf from
his sack and with strange mumbles and screeches
began twirling it around his head. At the third twirl,
the scarf became a small dragon. Spreading its
wings it flew straight for little Princess Pajonia, and
as she drew back in alarm it melted into a small
yellow kitten that nestled cozily in her arms.
	"Bravo! Bravo!" cried Kettywig, and even Kabumpo
looked pleased and curious. Next the magician
pulled a bundle of twigs from the bag. Taking
a candle from the table he set them afire and tossed
them high in the air. A pleasant blue smoke floated
through the banquet hall and presently the spirals
formed into a tall blue mist tree that hung in the
air directly before the King.
	"A magic flower for his Majesty and his Majesty's
family," announced Nishibis. And sure enough, five
fiery red roses were blooming on the wizard's tree.
	"You have forgotten me!" snorted Kabumpo indignantly.
"Is your magic not strong enough to tell
you that I, too, am a member of the King's family?"
	"A rose for an elephant! Ha, ha!" jeered Kettywig.
"Make it a cabbage, my good wizard." While
Kabumpo glared and Pompus looked embarrassed,
Nishibis shrugged his shoulders.
	"My magic grows roses only for Royalty," he explained
insolently. "And if your Highnesses will
pluck these flowers, a great good fortune will befall."
	"Probably scorch our fingers," observed Prince
Pompadore, who did not care much for magic, having
had some disagreeable experiences with it.
	"Oh, come on, let's pick them," begged Peg Amy
eagerly, and as the King and Queen were equally
curious to know what would happen, they all leaned
forward and each picked a rose, even little Princess
Pajonia. As the five stems snapped, there were five
sharp explosions and Randy, leaping to his feet, saw
the mist tree dissolving into a thick black cloud. But
of the King and his family he saw nothing. They
had vanished with the wizard's roses, and confronted
by five empty chairs, the courtiers of Pumperdink
gasped with fright and consternation.
	"A great good fortune has befallen. Ha, ha!
Ha, ha!" croaked the magician, and whirling round
and round he swung his blue bag over his head.
	"Good fortune? Good fortune? For whom?"
screeched Kabumpo, lashing his trunk back and
forth and swaying like a ship in a storm.
	"For Kettywig!" shouted Nishibis, pointing to
Pompus' brother, who had risen and was facing the
company with great composure. "Kettywig is next
in succession. Ketty is KING! The King is dead,
long live the King!"
	"Nothing of the kind!" trumpeted Kabumpo. "The
King has only disappeared. Bring him back at once,
you miserable, meddling, magic-working monster!
Treason! Treeson-mist treeson!" boomed the Elegant
Elephant at the top of his trunk. At his mighty
cries, General Quakes and the royal guards burst
through the doorway, all the courtiers jumped to
their feet and a scene of the utmost confusion ensued.
Only Kettywig remained calm. As the guards, moving
forward none too willingly, attempted to seize
the wizard, Kettywig spoke:
	"Stop!" commanded the King's brother, in a commanding
voice. "I am now your ruler. From now
on you take orders from me. Understand?"
	"Oyez! Oyez! I hereby pronounce Kettywig King
of Pumperdink," quavered the Prime Pumper in a
feeble voice.
	"Oyez! Oyez, you would say that to save your silly
neck." Snatching the old statesman into the air
Kabumpo shook him violently to and fro. "How dare
you call this pitiful plotter King?" Turning to the
cowering courtiers he roared in a loud voice: "Rise
up! Rise up, and force these impostors to restore
our rightful rulers!"
	"The first one who touches me shall vanish!"
warned Nishibis, showing his yellow teeth and scowling
so horribly that the guards fell back in horror;
and when Kabumpo himself lunged forward, Randy
tugged him frantically by the ear.
	"Be careful! Be careful!" begged the little boy in
an earnest voice. "If you disappear, who is to help
the King?"
	"Remove that elephant!" commanded Kettywig,
pounding on the table with his fist. "Remove him,
dip him, put him in irons!"
	"I'll attend to him," hissed the wizard, and as
the guards made a half-hearted motion toward their
old friend, Kabumpo, Nishibis snatched a second
bundle of twigs from his sack and lighting them
hurled the blazing circlet straight at the Elegant
Elephant's head. But he had not counted on Randy.
Leaning forward the little Gilliken neatly caught the
blazing bundle and before they could take effect
hurled them straight back. Now Randy had aimed
at Nishibis, but in the extreme hurry and excitement
of the moment he overshot his mark and the
hissing, crackling bundle fell straight upon the head
of Pumper, who melted away before their eyes, leaving
nothing but his gold staff and spectacles. Yes,
the King's chief adviser was now as gone as the
King of Pumperdink himself.
	Before the company recovered from the shock,
before the guards could take another step, the Elegant
Elephant threw up his trunk and with a bellow
of rage that blew out all the candles charged furiously
from the banquet hall, never stopping till he
reached his own apartment. The guardsmen, urged
into action by dishes, cups, plates and spoons flung
by Kettywig, were not far behind and as Kabumpo
rushed into his own quarters Randy heard the door
slam and two iron bolts slip into place. Next all the
shutters were banged to from the outside and heavy
feet pounded up and down the passageways.
	"Well !" panted the Elegant Elephant, leaning
wearily against the wall, "I suppose now, my boy,
you are satisfied. Something has happened, something
has happened at last. Ugh! Ahhh! Why didn't
I disappear and go out with the people I care for
instead of staying here with these frightened fools
and cowards?"
	"Don't you like me at all?" asked Randy in a small
voice. Kabumpo, suddenly recollecting Randy's
bravery, cleared his throat apologetically.
	"Of course I like you," he answered gruffly. "I
like you a lot. Didn't you save me from vanishing?
But what good will it do?" he gulped in the next
breath. "My whole family has been wiped out and
the throne stolen by a couple of plotting rascals.
What can I do against magic?"
	"Well, you did something before," Randy reminded
him quickly. "You saved the whole kingdom from
disappearing.
	"But last time we were only threatened. This time
everybody has actually vanished."
	"You haven't," persisted Randy, shuddering a little
as a loud scream echoed along the corridor.
	"That's so!" mused Kabumpo thoughtfully.
"That's so.!" His eyes began to twinkle and snap
with excitement. "I'm still here and I'll fool them
yet. I did something before and I'll do it again.
We'll get out of the country at once, find some magic
and return, and then let King Kettywig see who is
strongest!"
	"But we're locked in," whispered Randy anxiously.
"Are we?" Sniffing scornfully, Kabumpo lifted
Randy to the floor and began to make hasty preparations
for departure. Into a small leather bag he
put the largest and most valuable of his jewels and
donned his darkest and sturdiest robe. Giving Randy
a small jeweled sword that had once been Prince
Pompa's, he bade him lie down and get a little rest.
Randy buckled on the sword but was far too excited
to sleep. The castle was growing quieter and as the
great clock in the tower tolled one, Kabumpo touched
Randy on the shoulder. The boy wondered how
they would get out without waking the guards, but
he did not wonder long. Kabumpo, after a few
whispered instructions, lifted Randy up to the glass
transom over the door. While the Elegant Elephant
held him by the heels he cleverly slipped back the
bolts. Then, without a sound and without encountering
a single guard, Kabumpo trod softly down the
golden hallways and slipped out through a side door
of the castle.

CHAPTER 4

In Foliensby Forest

The night was dark and moonless and Kabumpo
sped like a flying cloud through the silent city
and sleeping villages of Pumperdink. Then, leaving
the King's Highway, he turned east into the tangled
forest domain of Faleero, the old and ugly princess
whom Pompa had so nearly been forced to marry.
In the center of the forest the Elegant Elephant
stopped, and wrapping Randy in an old robe he had
brought along for the purpose urged him to sleep
until morning.
	"No one will look for us here," yawned Kabumpo,
leaning wearily against a giant oak, and before the
boy had time to answer he was asleep and snoring
so tremendously that leaves fell in perfect showers
upon Randy's upturned face and a family of squirrels
in the hollow trunk fled for their lives. For nearly
an hour the boy lay thinking of the strange happenings
in Pumperdink. He wondered curiously
how it felt to disappear and where he had heard the
magician's voice before. While he was trying to remember
he, too, fell asleep and dreamed he was
flying on a yellow dragon to the Emerald City of Oz.
A great rustle and splash wakened him next morning,
and rolling out of Kabumpo's old robe he saw
the Elegant Elephant vigorously bathing in a shallow
forest stream. The sun was shining somewhere
up above, but the trees were so close together that
only a pale green light came flickering down into
the forest.
	"Want a shower?" inquired Kabumpo cheerfully,
and as Randy joined him he sent a spray of water
high into the air.
	"No thank you, sir." Shivering a little, Randy,
who was no fonder of washing than most boys,
dashed a little water on the tip of his nose and dipping
his fingers into the icy water hastily wiped them
on his handkerchief.
	"Now, don't call me 'sir'," blustered Kabumpo, giving
himself a shake that sent water spraying in
every direction. "We're just comrades from now on,
my boy, comrades in misfortune. Anyone brave
enough to catch a wizard's bundle of tricks, needn't
call anyone 'sir.' Hah !" Expelling his breath in a
great whistle, Kabumpo beamed on Randy, and
Randy, blushing with pleasure at such praise, beamed
back.
	"Do you really think I am brave?" asked the boy.
Kabumpo nodded vigorously. "But why do you
ask me that?" he went on conversationally. "Do you
especially want to be brave?"
	"It's awfully important to be brave," answered
Randy, brushing back his thick hair. "Don't you
think so, Kabumpo ?"
	"Well," mused Kabumpo, rubbing himself briskly
with a bunch of leaves, "if you are an important
person you ought to be brave, but if you're not, I
can't see that it makes much difference. But I do
think," the Elegant Elephant stopped rubbing and
looked sharply at Randy, "I do think you should tell
me a bit more about yourself, and I am not at all
sure you should accompany me on this journey. No
telling what may happen. And after all it is not
your affair, but mine, to save the Kingdom of
Pumperdink."
	"Oh, don't say that," begged Randy, throwing his
arm around Kabumpo's trunk. "You helped me.
Now let me help you. Please! Please!"
	"But what about your family?" demanded Kabumpo.
 "You really should go home, you know."
	"Not yet!. Not yet!" pleaded the boy, tightening
his hold on the Elegant Elephant's trunk. "I want to
see all of Oz before I do that."
	"M-mmm!" mumbled the Elegant Elephant, beginning
to weaken. "Well, it will do you no harm to
see a little of the country, but it's my guess you are
no common mountain boy, used to goats and goatherds.
You have too much style for that." Randy
grinned a little at this, and, as Kabumpo had finished
drying himself, he climbed into a tree and helped
him adjust his grey velvet traveling cloak. Then, as
they were both by this time terribly hollow, they
began to look around for something to eat. The Elegant
Elephant breakfasted quite comfortably on several
barrels of leaves, but Randy had to satisfy himself
with a cake of chocolate Kabumpo had slipped
into his pocket the night before.
	"Where are we going first?" inquired the boy as
Kabumpo, having eaten all the leaves he could hold,
lifted him carefully aloft.
	"I-don't--know-," admitted Kabumpo, picking
his way cleverly between the tall trees. "I thought
of going straight to the Emerald City and appealing
to Ozma and the Wizard of Oz for help. The practice
of magic, as you know, is forbidden in Oz, and
Ozma would not only punish this meddling magician
but force him to restore the King and his family at
once. On the other trunk," the Elegant Elephant
cleared his throat self consciously, "I'd much rather
rescue the royal family myself."
	"Oh, so should I!" agreed Randy, with an understanding
nod. "But how are we going to do it?"
	"Search me!" Kabumpo flapped his ears, crushing
twigs and branches wrathfully under his feet. "I
never liked Kettywig from the moment he set foot
in the palace. He must have planned to steal Pompus'
throne from the very beginning, and s-a-y how I
wish you'd caught that villain with his own magic,
though putting Pumper out of the way was a big
help. The very idea of him calling Kettywig 'King'
just to save his own silly neck. The very idea!"
"I wonder what he's doing now," called Randy,
lying flat on Kabumpo's back to escape the scratching
of the overhanging twigs and branches.
	"Pretending to be King," sniffed the Elegant Elephant,
lifting his trunk with huge scorn. "He's just
a pretender pretending to his business. Hah! Wait
till I get my trunk on the fellow!" Increasing his
pace, Kabumpo went crashing through the underbrush,
too angry for further speech, and presently
they came to an irregular clearing in the forest. At
the furthest end stood a small, mean-looking hut.
	"Who lives here?" inquired Randy, sitting up curiously
as Kabumpo came to a sudden stop.
	"Faleero!" answered Kabumpo, speaking quietly
out of the corner of his mouth. "The Fairy Princess
of Follenshy Forest. Shall we drop in and pay our
respects, my boy?"
	"Not unless you want to," chuckled Randy, for the
last time they had seen Faleero she had not only tried
to hit them with a bundle of nettles, but had
screeched so loud and fearsomely that the Elegant
Elephant had taken to his heels.
	"Well," snickered Kabumpo, "I, myself, have no
desire to see her hideous old Highness, but if she is
out, we might find some food in the royal hovel. Anyway
let's have a look." In spite of his great size
Kabumpo could move without a sound, and stepping
softly to the back window, he and Randy peered in.
	"Why, there's Nishibis!" shuddered Randy, grasping
his sword.
	"Sh-hh!" warned Kabumpo, pressing closer to
the window. It was strange enough to find the rascally
magician in Faleero's hut, but as the two looked
anxiously through the glass an even stranger thing
happened. Snatching off his peaked hat and spectacles
and clapping his bony hands together, Nishibis
gave three piercing screeches. Immediately three
bent old crones hobbled briskly into the room. The
first took the wizard's cloak, the second pulled off
the wizard's beard, the third tossed his blue bag
into the corner, and the wizard, no longer a wizard
but a wizened and ancient old lady, began to hop,
skip and prance in crazy circles, yelling at the top of
her cracked and disagreeable voice:

"Drink to my happiness, drink, oh, drink,
For I'm to be Queen of Pumperdink!
Dance to my happiness, dance and jig;
Faleero shall marry King Kettywig !"

	"Faleero!" gulped Kabumpo, clapping his trunk
to his forehead as the four old witches continued to
dance and caper about in the firelight.
	"No wonder I knew that wizard's voice," exclaimed
Randy. "Remember the day she chased us, Kabumpo?
Why, she just pretended to be a magician!"
	"But she certainly knows her magic! Great
Grump! Just look at the old fury! She and Kettywig
must have planned this from the very first. Well,
I wish him joy of his bargain. What a queen! What
a king! What a mix-up!"
	"Who are those other old women?" queried Randy,
pressing his nose against the glass.
	"Ladies in waiting to her Majesty," answered
Kabumpo, with a little sniff.
	"They look as if they had been waiting a long
time," said Randy, lowering his head cautiously.
"Are we going in?"
	"Not in, on," said Kabumpo grimly, "on and on
and-on, till we're entirely out of this mischievous
forest. No use tackling Faleero without any magic,"
and swinging noiselessly away from the Royal Hut
Kabumpo plunged again into the deep and impenetrable forest.
	"Faleero's been furious ever since Pompa married
Peg Amy," confided the Elegant Elephant, shouldering
his way through a dense tangle of vines and
underbrush. "But I never thought she would do us
any actual harm. I tell you, my boy, it's a dangerous
thing to offend a fairy, especially an old fairy."
	"She doesn't seem much like a fairy to me," sighed
Randy, settling himself comfortably between the
Elegant Elephant's ears. "But then, I suppose there
are bad fairies as well as good ones." Kabumpo
mournfully agreed that there were. Then, lifting
his trunk, he suddenly came to a complete standstill.
	"Someone's coming," he announced uneasily.
Randy could not hear a sound and was about to tell
Kabumpo he must surely be mistaken, when a tall
weird figure in a dark cloak sprang out of the gloom.
	"Sooth! Sooth! Sooth!" cried the stranger, in a
loud and challenging voice. "Sooth! Sooth! Sooth!"
	"Why do you cry 'sooth'?" rumbled the Elegant
Elephant irritably.
	"Because I am a soothsayer," stated the fellow,
extending both arms. "Sooth! Sooth! Sooth !"
	"Oh, bother such stuff and nonsense!" exclaimed
Kabumpo, swaying irritably to and fro. "If you have
anything to soothsay, for Grump's sake say it! We
are in a hurry, a great hurry!"
	"An elephant is always great, whether he hurries
or not," replied the soothsayer soothingly. "And just
permit me to observe that there is no door a golden
key will not open."
	"But there isn't any door around here," objected
	leaning over to look more closely at the soothsayer.
Kabumpo, however, seemed to understand
perfectly what was wanted and was already fumbling
with his trunk in the pocket of his robe.
	"Here," he said, not ungraciously, holding out to
the soothsayer a huge and gleaming pearl. "Unlock
the doors of your soothsaying mind and tell us something
really useful."
	"Ah !" smiled the stranger, greedily pocketing the
jewel. "You drop pearls of wisdom when you speak.
Then harken and hear ye:
	"A person of high rank and extreme importance
is traveling toward the Emerald City of Oz."
	"Everyone around here knows me," muttered Kabumpo,
in a pleased aside to Randy. "Everybody!"
	"I was not referring to your royal self," sniffed
the soothsayer, who had overheard Kabumpo's
whisper. With a provoking wink at Randy he folded
his arms and began to back away into the forest,
and before the Elegant Elephant had recovered from
his shock and displeasure, he spoke again.
	"In the castle of the Red Jinn you will find what
you seek. He, alone, can help you." As Kabumpo
and Randy stared at him in utter amazement he
disappeared between the trees but after a short
silence his mocking voice came floating back to them:
	"Step by step one goes a long way."
	"Oooh! I wonder how long a way it is?" breathed
Randy, looking at the spot where the soothsayer had
been. "Oh, Kabumpo, do you suppose the King and
his family are really in the castle of the Red Jinn?
Then all we have to do is find the Red Jinn."
	"But we don't even know where he is," blustered
the Elegant Elephant, forgetting that he had been
insulted. "Still, if he's a Red Jinn-." Kabumpo began
to move swiftly in the direction the soothsayer
had taken. "If he's a Red Jinn his castle must
be in the Quadling Country, for that is the reddest
Kingdom in Oz. Everything is red there, even the
bluest books." Trumpeting with pleasure at his own
cleverness, Kabumpo flung forward at such a pace
that Randy had all he could do to stay aboard and
no breath at all to ask questions.
	"'Step by step,' did he say?" Kabumpo bellowed
gleefully. "Well, here we go step by stepping!"

CHAPTER 5

The River Road

	THOUGH Randy had no breath to speak, he was
doing a heap of thinking as Kabumpo rushed
recklessly through Follensby Forest. Like all the
other boys in the wonderful Kingdom of Oz he had
studied his geozify and hoztry, as they call geography
and history in that merry and magical country. He
knew that Oz was ruled by Ozma, a lovely girl fairy
in the famous Emerald City. And although he had
never visited the capital himself, he knew that it was
in the exact center of the Kingdom just where the
four triangular countries of the realm met. The
northernmost country of Oz, where Randy lived, was
the Gilliken or purple country, the western dominions
of Oz were the Blue Lands of the Munchkins. To the
east lay the yellow Winkie Kingdom and to the
south the red lands of the Quadlings. All these countries
have their own rulers but all four sovereigns
are subject to Ozma, who is the Supreme Ruler of
them all. As Pumperdink was in the north central
part of the Gilliken Country, Randy realized that
they must travel south to reach the Quadling Country
and in that gay red Kingdom search for the castle
of the Red Jinn.
	It was all very exciting and mysterious, and Randy
heartily hoped 'they would pass through the Emerald
City on their way south and see the Scarecrow, the
Tin Woodman and some of the other famous
celebrities at Ozma's court. Perhaps they would visit
the palace of Glinda, the Good Sorceress of the South
and ruler of the Quadlings. Glinda would surely
know something of the Red Jinn. The very sound
of a Red Jinn fascinated Randy, and just as he was
picturing to himself how a Jinn might look, Kabumpo
gave a little extra spurt of speed that carried them
entirely out of the dismal forest. For a moment the
sunshine made them both blink, but as they grew
more accustomed to the brightness they saw that
they were still in the land of the Gillikens. The fields
were tinged with purple, purple flags and violets
clustered around the roots of the trees and grape
arbors and plum orchards were everywhere.
	Panting a little from his tiring run, Kabumpo
moved along more slowly, looking to the right and
left for familiar landmarks. There were no towns
or villages in sight, but on the other side of a small
hill three roads branched off in different directions.
	"Now, which road?" pondered the Elegant Elephant,
swaying uncertainly from side to side. "Which
road would be best?" As he did not have his specs
and as the signs were too low for him to read anyway,
he snatched the first sign out by the roots
and held it up for Randy to read.
	"This way to the river," read Randy promptly.
Throwing down the first sign Kabumpo stepped over
to the next road and jerked up the second.
	"That way to the river," read Randy in some surprise,
and when Kabumpo had torn up the third
sign they both felt rather provoked.
	"The other way to the river," stated the third sign
contrarily.
	"Well, who wants to go to the river?" grumbled
the Elegant Elephant discontentedly. "Still," he
flapped his ears thoughtfully, "rivers usually go some
place and it will be something to drink and wash in."
	"Yes," agreed Randy not very enthusiastically,
"but which way shall we go, Kabumpo, this way,
that way, or the other way?" Kabumpo squinted
uncertainly at the three roads. Then, as they all
went in a more or less southerly direction, he tossed
up Randy's sword to decide the matter.
	"Point for 'this way,' hilt for 'that way,' and blade
for 'the other'," announced Kabumpo, flinging the
jeweled weapon high into the air. The sword embedded
itself point down in the exact center of "this
way so, restoring it to Randy, the Elegant Elephant
started cautiously down the first road. There
was nothing remarkable about "this way," but after
the dark, tangled forest, it seemed very pleasant
and interesting to the two travelers. Talking of one
thing and another, but mostly of the unexpected happenings
in Pumperdink, they proceeded comfortably
enough, Randy standing up now and then to pluck
a plum from the trees that lined the roadway, or to
look for signs of a castle or cottage where they might
stop for lunch. About noon they came to a sign large
enough for even Kabumpo to read. "RIVER ROAD"
said the sign in splashy purple letters.
	"Pshaw! We knew that already," sniffed Kabumpo.
"And it's about time we got to this river, if you ask me."
	Randy said nothing, but looking out over Kabumpo's
ears he noticed that the road had widened
considerably. It seemed to the Gilliken boy that the
road bed was moving and churning about, but thinking
it was the reflection of the sun on the gleaming
purple sands, he said nothing, and with a weary
sigh Kabumpo resignedly pushed forward. But
scarcely had he gone six steps before he had sunk
to his shoulders in the River Road and next instant
the road in a great wave rose and rolled completely
over them. Gasping and choking Randy clutched
Kabumpo's jeweled collar. As he did so Kabumpo
got his head up.
	"The river!" coughed the Elegant Elephant, wrathfully
spurting out the barrel of water he had swallowed.
"Not a road at all! It's a river road." And
so it was, a tumbling rushing torrent of purple water
that swept the great elephant along as if he had
been a match stick. No matter how hard he tried
to swim toward the shore he was immediately carried
out into the center and about all he could do
was to keep his own head and Randy's above water.
Every time Kabumpo tried to talk, gallons of river
rushed down his throat, so he finally gave up the
attempt. He had already swallowed several small
fish and when he thought what the river was doing
to his robes and what a figure he would cut when he
got out, he groaned with dismay and wretchedness.
	"Oh, why didn't we go 'that way'-or 'the other
way'-any way but 'this way'?" choked the poor elephant,
struggling grimly with the treacherous current
that rolled him about like a log. Randy, as wet
and miserable as Kabumpo, hung on desperately,
bracing himself against the frequent duckings and
wondering how much more he could stand. Just as he
had decided things were as bad as they could possibly
be, they grew terribly worse. Warned by a thunderous
roar that there were rapids ahead, but unable
to stop or help themselves, Randy and Kabumpo
went hurling over a tremendous waterfall, down,
down, down, till there actually seemed no end to the
drop. How the boy kept his hold on Kabumpo's
collar I cannot imagine, nor could he have told you
himself, but when, bruised, battered and half drowning,
he opened his eyes, he and the Elegant Elephant
were still together. Kabumpo, puffing and blowing
like a porpoise, was desperately fighting the treacherous river.
	But now it was a fight in the dark, for the river had
plunged underground and was carrying them
through hollow and echoing caverns of rock and
crystal. If you have ever been in a scenic railway
and shot suddenly into its black, cavernous recesses,
you can, in a small way, imagine how Randy felt.
Only you would have to multiply that feeling by a
thousand, for while scenic railways are sure to end,
the Elegant Elephant and his drenched little rider
had no idea. at all where the underground river was
taking them, or whether they would ever see daylight
again. Indeed, they were so breathless and shaken
by their tumble down the waterfall that they hardly
noticed that the current had grown calmer, and
Kabumpo rolled along for almost a mile before he
realized that with a little effort he could easily reach
the shore.
	Then, too, as their eyes grew more accustomed to
the dim darkness of the under-earth, they could see
that it was not absolutely black, but a misty grey.
Overhead pointed stalactites of crystal and basalt
thrust their dangerous spikes downward. Each side
of the river was lined with the same sharp crystal
rocks. Kabumpo, splashing toward the right bank,
looked worriedly for a place where he could land
without puncturing himself. At last he sighted a
stretch of smooth black rock almost level with the
river and with a huge grunt hoisted himself up and
out of the mischievous stream.
	"Something to drink and wash in," shuddered
Kabumpo, giving himself a cautious shake so as
not to unseat Randy. "I was never so sick of water,
inside and out, in my life. I feel like a sponge and
an aquarium. Er-rah! A fine place this is! We
might just as well have disappeared with the King.
Br-rah !"
	"I'm c-c-cold," shivered Randy, sliding down Kabumpo's
trunk and trying to squeeze the water out of his clothes.
	"Me too!" grunted the Elegant Elephant, trying
to beat himself in the chest with his trunk, "and if
my tusks weren't so far apart they'd chatter, and I'm
hungry enough to eat monkey meat."
	"Elephants don't eat meat." Randy had to grin at
Kabumpo's savage expression.
	"No, they don't eat meat and they hate monkeys,
but I'm so starved that if I saw a monkey, I'd eat
it like that!" Snapping his trunk, Kabumpo began
to run around in a circle, with Randy right behind
him.
	After the tenth round they felt a little better and
began to examine the strange cavern. The rock on
which they had landed was the only safe place for
Kabumpo to tread, for as far as they could see in
both directions the river was edged with the sharp
and needle-pointed crystals. At the back of the rock
a sheer wall of metal rose to the top of the long,
dim passageway. Tiptoeing over to this wall, Randy
gave it an experimental tap with his knuckles and
found to his surprise that the wall was quite hot.
He called Kabumpo and they both pressed against
it as hard as they could in an endeavor to get warm
and dry. In fact, the Elegant Elephant pressed so
hard that the wall, with a great grind and creak,
swayed inward, and before you could say Ozmopotamus
Randy and Kabumpo tumbled over on the
other side.
	It must have been a door!" exclaimed Randy,
jumping up as fast as he could. Kabumpo was lying
on his back, his four feet sticking up in the air,
grunting and sputtering with disgust.
	"Doornation!" raged the Elegant Elephant, lurching
to his feet. As he did so, the metal door swung
back into place and they found themselves shut up
in a huge, iron-walled chamber. In the center of
the rock floor a fire fountain threw sprays of sparks
into the air and to the two cold and shivering adventurers
the warmth seemed perfectly delicious.
	"Wherever do you suppose we are, Kabumpo?"
whispered Randy, looking fearfully around the great,
grim, empty room.
	"Ask me again in five minutes," wheezed the Elegant
Elephant, making for the fire fountain with
long energetic strides. I'm going to get warm and
dry. Then maybe I can think of something. At any
rate, it's better in here than outside."
	Randy wasn't so sure, but following Kabumpo's
example he began drying himself at the fire fountain.
They were both so busy turning round and round
that neither noticed the opening of fifty round doors
in the iron wall. And next instant with a roar that
sounded like the explosion of fifty guns, the in-
habitants of the cavern hurled themselves at the
intruders. Snatching Randy up in his trunk, Kabumpo,
trembling in every leg, saw fifty projectiles
shaped like torpedoes coming straight at them.
	Turning sideways and holding Randy so as to
protect him by his own huge body Kabumpo shuddered
and closed his eyes. He could almost feel the
horrid missiles piercing his elegant hide. This, then,
was the end. Who now would rescue the royal family
of Pumperdink or save the unhappy kingdom from
the misrule of Faleero and Kettywig? This and a
hundred other gloomy thoughts flashed through the
Elegant Elephant's mind as he awaited destruction.
He was astonished at the time it was taking the torpedoes
to reach and riddle him. Finally, unable to
bear the suspense any longer, he opened one eye
and glanced wildly over his shoulder.

CHAPTER 6

Torpedora, the Glorious

	IN a neat and precise row, fifty torpedoes stood
upright before him. Not merely torpedoes, but
torpedomen and women. They had strong, smooth
iron-clad bodies with no legs or feet, but their fire
arms were held close to their cylindrical sides, and
their heads ended in sharp, dangerous-looking points.
Their black and shining faces were neither cruel nor
ferocious, and taking heart, Kabumpo set Randy
down beside him. As he did so, the torpedo in the
center of the line hopped out.
	"Speak!" commanded this curious being in a succession
of explosions and sulphurous sputters.
"Speak and explain yourselves before we simply
explode with laughter,"
	"Don't explode!" begged the Elegant Elephant,
backing away hastily. "Don't explode and I'll explain
everything."
	"Do you-explode often?" asked Randy, as Kabumpo
cast about in his mind for a good way to
begin his explanations.
	"Only once," hissed the torpedoman at the end of
the line, looking at the boy meaningfully; and the
Elegant Elephant, fearing that Randy's youth and
inexperience might get them into serious trouble,
hurriedly took the conversation into his own trunk.
	"Whom have I the honor of addressing?" he began
importantly with a gracious nod toward the line of
torpedoes.
	"Torpedora the Glorious of Torpedo Town!"
shouted the iron men so lustily that their breath
filled the cave with smoke and sulphur.
	"Ah-hhh!: choked Kabumpo, tears pouring down
both cheeks from the acrid smoke. He could just
make out the iron petticoat and crown that distinguished
Torpedora from her subjects. "We hereby
salute your Torpedojesty!" He raised his trunk impressively,
for the Elegant Elephant had had great
experience with royal personages. "We salute your
Torpedojesty and crave the kind indulgence of your
attention and the hospitality of your court."
	"Have we any of those," rasped Torpedora to the
torpedoman just behind her. She looked so worried
that Randy had all he could do to keep from laughing.
	"No, but we have a splendid assortment of torpedoughnuts,"
answered the fellow, popping out his eyes at the Queen.
	"Dodo, fetch the torpedoughnuts!" commanded
her Majesty, smiling pleasantly at the Elegant Elephant.
As Randy and Kabumpo watched curiously
for these strange refreshments to appear, a small
door in the west wall flew open and out shot Torpedodo,
as quaint a bird as I've ever had the pleasure
of describing. He, too, was torpedo-shaped, but
smaller than the other inhabitants of Torpedo Town.
Instead of fire arms, he had fire wings and claws
and in one of these he carried an iron basket full
of red hot iron rings, glowing like horseshoes that
have just left the furnace. These he sulkily offered
to the visitors, and when Kabumpo and the boy
jumped away from him in real alarm, he dropped the
basket on the floor and began shooting round and
round examining the two from every angle.
	"Pray eat!" directed the Queen, graciously extending
her fire arms. "You will find our doughnuts very
strengthening." Randy looked desperately at the
Elegant Elephant, but Kabumpo seemed equal to any
emergency.
	"We only eat at night, your Highness," murmured
Kabumpo apologetically. "If we were to partake of
food in the daytime we would be utterly destroyed.
It is the way we are made," he finished, with a sly
look at Randy. The Queen seemed unconvinced, but
without giving her time to argue the matter, Kabumpo
plunged into a lively account of their adventures.
He had just got to the disappearance of the
royal family, when Torpedora interrupted him with
an imperious gesture.
	"Stop!" cried her Majesty in a threatening voice.
"Where is this Pumperdink? Have you ever heard
of such a kingdom, Dodo?"
	"No, no! Absolutely no, no!" screeched the Dodo,
in a raucous croak. "There is no such place, your
Highness!" Settling himself in an iron swing just
above the Queen's head, he began to swing himself
vigorously back and forth, emitting such villainous
screams and screeches that Kabumpo could not make
himself heard at all.
	"Just leave out Pumperdink and go on from
there sniffed the Queen, as Dodo finally left off
screeching.
	"If I leave out Pumperdink there's use going
on at all," snapped Kabumpo, who had been rumbling
like a volcano during Dodo's ear-splitting racket
	"Then why go on?" inquired Torpedora, showing
a double row of small black teeth as she smiled
sweetly at Kabumpo. "Stories make me so very tired
and sleepy, especially stories that are not true. Ah,
I have it!" The Queen clapped her hands gleefully.
"I'll keep you for riddles. Every day we will guess
who you are and how you came here. It ought to
last for days and days and then-" her Majesty
gave Kabumpo a second dazzling smile "-and then
we'll riddle you through and through and sweep you
into the fire fountain."
	"Well, won't that be nice?" Randy edged closer to
Kabumpo and looked with positive aversion at the
iron Queen.
	"It's no use talking to these idiots," snorted the
Elegant Elephant temperishly. "I shan't open my
mouth again." He gave a furious sniff, however, as
the Queen, with a stiff little bow, excused herself.
	"It's high time I was torpedozing," yawned her
Highness in a bored voice, and signaling wearily to
her subjects she shot majestically into the air. Followed
by the whole fifty and Torpedodo, she circled
around the iron chamber and then with fifty-one
little clicks they disappeared into the small metal
compartments in the wall.
	"Well, what," gulped the Elegant Elephant, sitting
down with a thump, "what do you think of that?
Never have I been treated with such cast-iron impertinence,
never-in my whole elephant life."
	"We'd better go while they are asleep," breathed
agreed Kabumpo, hot-footing it quickly after Randy.
"If we stay here we'll be riddled, and a nice thing that would be."
	"And I used to like riddles," sighed Randy pensively.
"But liking riddles and being riddled are not
the same thing at all. How do you open this door,
anyway?"
	"Another riddle," panted Kabumpo, hurling himself
at the heavy structure. But push and thump as
he would the door refused to budge. As he paused
to rest and mop his forehead, Torpedodo whizzed
suddenly from his hole in the wall.
	"That door only opens once in every hundred
years," jeered Dodo vindictively. "Ha, ha! You'll
have to wait a while!" And returning like a flash to
his iron aperture he went in and slammed the door,
leaving Kabumpo and Randy too discouraged and
exhausted even to speak. The air, which had seemed
pleasantly warm when they were wet and shivering,
was now so hot and crackling that they could hardly
breathe and the terrible heat, added to their hunger,
made it imperative for them to escape as soon as
possible.
	"I can't stand-much-more-of-this!" panted
Kabumpo, flapping his ears unhappily. "And say, I'd
give my best suspenders for just one peanut."
	"Maybe there's another door," suggested Randy,
but before they had gone halfway around the great
room a storm came up, or rather down, and they
were a hundred times more uncomfortable than before.
Each rain drop was a torpedo that exploded
spitefully when it struck the ground. After three
had set fire to Randy's hair and another had burned
a hole in his coat, Kabumpo made the boy lie down
and then stood carefully over him. Thus Randy was
protected but the poor elephant was peppered with
the stinging missiles and had to blow and beat himself
constantly with his trunk to put out the tiny
fires that the torpedoes started in his cloak. And
when at last the storm abated his velvet robe was
little more than a blackened mass of holes held together
by tiny threads of silk.
	"Oh, well," sighed Kabumpo resignedly, as Randy
rolled out and looked at him in shocked silence, "I've
always wanted a smoking jacket and now I've got
one."
	Randy jumped to his feet and gave the big elephant
a quick hug. "Kabumpo," marvelled the
boy softly, "you're grand! I don't see how you can
joke when you're all singed and scorched and we're
both liable to be riddled."
	"Humph!" sniffed Kabumpo grimly. "I'm too old
to cry, so I may as well laugh. Now for that door.
Ha!" Rubbing the cinders from his eyes, the Elegant
Elephant marched determinedly along the north wall,
feeling every inch of the way with his trunk. In
the very center he came to a small iron ring.
	"This may set off an alarm or blow us to bits,"
grumbled the Elegant Elephant, "but anything's better than this."
"Let me pull it" begged Randy, who wished to
take his share of the danger and felt that so far
Kabumpo had borne the brunt of their hardships.
"Let me pull it." And before Kabumpo could interfere
he gave the iron ring a furious tug. A loud
bell sounded in the west wall and as the two prisoners
anxiously waited for something to happen, Dodo
burst from his cell again and hurled himself downward.
"What do you want? Who told you to ring my
bell? Don't you know I must obey the bell ringer, no
matter who he is?"
	"Oh, Kabumpo, did you hear that?" squealed
Randy, beginning to hop up and down with excitement.
"Show us the way out of  here," he trumpeted
fiercely. "quick before I wring your neck."
Dodo gave a frightened squeak at this terrible threat,
and motioning for them to follow flew straight to the
north wall and tapped twice on the panel with his
fire claw. Without a sound it slid aside and without
stopping to thank the rude creature or say good-bye
to Torpedo Town, Kabumpo rushed through the
opening.
	"Be careful," warned Randy, who was riding perilously
between the Elegant Elephant's ears. "Remember the river!"
	"I'd like to drink a gallon of river right now,"
puffed Kabumpo, fairly panting with thirst and
exhaustion. "Why, I'd even jump in it."
	But there was no river on the other side of Torpedo
Town, only a long, dim tunnel that seemed to
slant gradually upward. But the air was cool and
with a profound sigh of relief, Kabumpo began to
climb the slight incline. They had gone possibly half
a mile when they came to a turn in the tunnel and
found themselves facing an immense grey curtain.
It billowed in and out and they could distinctly hear
voices and footsteps on the other side. On the curtain
itself, after some difficulty, they made out ten words.
THIS IS STAIR WAY.
STEP UP AND STATE YOUR BUSINESS.
	"Well, that's fair enough," mumbled Kabumpo,
after squinting thoughtfully at these instructions.
So, parting the curtains with his trunk, he called in
a loud voice:
	"Way for the Elegant Elephant of Oz and Randy,
the Gilliken, who seek the castle of the Red Jinn!
Way for the Elegant Elephant of Oz!" Then, forgetting
to step up, he fell forward on his knees,
throwing Randy over his head.

CHAPTER 7

Stair Way

THERE was a short silence as Randy and Kabumpo
fell through the curtain. Randy, the first
to regain his feet saw an immense flight of irregular
steps straggling upward. Each step was as low and
flat and broad as a city street. Crooked little stone
houses were built on the edges of each step and
a line of crooked and stooped people with eyes as
large as plums turned to stare at the travelers. As
Kabumpo and Randy stood uncertainly at the bottom
of Stair Way a hoarse voice came booming down
to them:
	"Welcome to Stair Way! Come up! Keep moving!
Look where you're going! Go where you're looking!"
	"It's the King," fluttered a little Stare on the lowest
tread. "Come, my stepchildren. Come to your
stepmother. Keep moving, keep moving. Do as his
Majesty commands." At this, all the Stares, who
had stopped to gaze at the newcomers, began to move
upward, but over their shoulders they stared without
winking at Kabumpo and Randy. It made the boy
feel positively creepy, but the Elegant Elephant, with
an indifferent shrug, cautiously started up the
crowded steps.
	"We have to go up anyway," muttered Kabumpo,
to show that it was not the King's orders that influenced
him. "Have you no children of your own,
madam?" he inquired loftily of the crooked little
Stare Lady who was anxiously shepherding a stoop
shouldered boy and girl out of his path.
	"We're all step-relations here," explained the little
woman, rolling her huge purple eyes around at Kabumpo.
"Stepmothers, stepfathers, stepsisters, stepbrothers,
stepchildren, step-"
	"Step lively," shouted the King's voice again from
the top of the stair, and old and young, little and
big, began to crowd and push in an endeavor to reach
the top.
	"It's a shame!" breathed Randy indignantly.
"Must you keep doing this all the time?"
	"What else is there to do?" asked the little stepmother
who had first addressed them. "What else
could one do in Stair Way but go up and down?
That's why we're here, to step and stare, to stare
and step. It's beautiful!" she finished earnestly.
	"Step by step one goes a long way," said Kabumpo
under his breath. "Ha, ha! But not for me."
We look you up, we look you down,
For that is the rule in our beautiful town;
Mid first we walk up and then we walk dawn,
And keep moving all day; it's the way In our town !"
chanted the Stares, opening their eyes still wider
and wider.
	"How perfectly awful!" yawned Kabumpo, who
was by this time so tired and hungry he could  hardly
keep his feet. "Well, why do you have houses if you
keep moving up and down this way?"
	"Oh, just to step in and out of," beamed the stepmother.
"What do other people do with houses?"
 "Not much more than that, nowadays," admitted
the Elegant Elephant. "Say, are we almost at the
top?"
	"Do you not see the castles?" exclaimed a step-
uncle, raising his arm importantly. Randy, holding
Kabumpo's ear, stood up to have a look, but all
he discovered were two enormous stepladders, one on
each side of the top step of Stair Way Town. A bent
and crooked King with a scepter that looked like a
banister rail was scurrying up one ladder and a
stooped and savage-looking Queen was backing awkwardly
down the other.
	"King Kumup and Queen Godown," whispered the
little stepmother, who was walking sedately beside
Kabumpo.
	"And do they really run up and down those ladders
all day?" gasped Randy, watching the two sovereigns
intently.
	"Been doing it for years," boasted the step-uncle
who was on the other side of the Elegant Elephant.
But he had time for no more, for just then Kabumpo
reached the top step and the Queen, jumping off her
ladder and flashing her great purple eyes in a royal
and dangerous fashion, bawled imperiously:
	"Go down!" With frightened little bows the Stares
turned and started obediently downward.
	"Go down!" shouted her Majesty, again pointing
a furious finger at Kabumpo. "I said GO DOWN
	"I heard you," observed the Elegant Elephant
calmly regarding the crooked little Queen, "but, unfortunately,
I have other plans." Kabumpo swung his trunk unconcernedly.
	"Other plans!" raged the Queen, opening her purple
eyes so wide that Randy thought they would roll
down her cheeks, while the King, who had reached
the top of the ladder, brandished his scepter menacingly.
"It's against the law to stop on the stairs," roared
the King indignantly. "Move on! Move on, or we'll
take steps against you. Whoever stops on the stair
is liable to be kicked down the whole flight!"
	"Now I shouldn't try that," advised Kabumpo, with
an amused wink around at Randy. Then, as the
Queen actually gave him a feeble push and the King
in his anger and excitement fell all the way down
the ladder and landed on his head, the Elegant Elephant
dodged between the sputtering sovereigns and
plunged through the grey curtains just behind the
step-castles.
"Im-agine spending your life on the stairs," exclaimed
Randy, looking curiously over his shoulder.
But Kabumpo had neither the time nor the inclination
to look back. Hurrying along the earthy
passageway in which he now found himself he looked
eagerly ahead for some signs of an outlet that would
take them back to upper and outer Oz.
	"I never cared for these underground peoples and
places," sniffed Kabumpo, pounding determinedly
along the empty passageway. "I hope to goodness
we've not gone too far out of our way. Looks like a
mine," he decided, not very enthusiastically.
	"Well, I wonder whose mine it is," called Randy
trying to see around the corner of the long corridor.
	"Mine!" laughed a silvery voice, and down from
a ledge just above their heads floated a little grey
elfin lady wearing a filigreed silver crown on her long
silver hair, a spun silver dress, and tiny silver slippers.
	"Well, I'm certainly glad it is yours," said Kabumpo,
glancing thoughtfully down at the pretty
little creature. "Are you an elf or a fairy, my dear?"
	"My name is Delva!" answered the small silver
lady, booking fearlessly up at the huge elephant. "I
am Queen of the Delves and this is my silver mine.
Will you stay here and help us delve, dig, and bore
for silver?"
	"Not if we can help it," muttered Kabumpo under
his breath. But Delva, without waiting for his consent,
clapped her small hands sharply. Instantly the
passageway swarmed with delves. On their heads
they wore silver helmets with long pointed spikes and
on their hands, like gauntlets, they had spiked silver
claws. As Randy stared doubtfully at these strange
little men, Delva stamped her foot and immediately
the whole band hurled themselves at the walls of
the tunnel, burrowing with their heads and scratching
with their claws till they had vanished like so
many moles.
	"You see how easy it is," smiled Delva, powdering
her nose energetically with a small box of silver
powder. "Just come with me and I'll have, our silver-
smith fit you out with gloves and helmets."
	"But we can't stay here," began Randy, as Delva
skipped gaily ahead of Kabumpo. 'We're saving a
King and Queen and we have to find the Red Jinn,
don't we Kabumpo?"
"Yes," said the Elegant Elephant stiffly. "Besides,
mining would bore us to death."
"Bore you to death!" Delva stopped short and
tapped her silver slipper angrily on the silver-flagged
flooring. "Why, that's an idea! That's just what I'll
do. You refuse to work? Very well, then, you shall
be bored to death by my army of Delves."
Raising a silver whistle to her ups, and looking not
nearly so pretty as she had looked before, Delva blew
three shrill blasts. But Kabumpo was weary of the
strange manners and behavior of these underground
rulers and without waiting for the whistle to take
effect, he seized Delva in his trunk, set her unceremoniously
on a high rock above his head and went
thumping like an express train down the winding
corridor of the silver mine. Soon they heard hundreds
of tiny footsteps pattering behind them and
as Kabumpo came to the end of the corridor and
plunged headlong into the small room at the end, the
first of the Silver Queen's army came shouting into
view. Slamming the door of the tiny compartment,
which was quite dark and stifling, Kabumpo felt
angrily around for a stick or some other weapon, but
Randy gave a startled scream.
	"We're moving!" cried Randy delightedly. "Oh,
Kabumpo-it's an elevator and you must have
started it when you shut the door."
	"Good luck at last," panted Kabumpo, as they shot
dizzily upward. "And about time, too." And it really
was good luck this time, for when the elevator did
stop and they cautiously opened the door, they found
themselves on top of the world again looking out
over the pleasant fields, valleys and woods of the
Gillikens. And better still, over the tree tops just
ahead rose the turrets and spires of an imposing
castle. The sun was sinking behind the purple hills,
the birds were twittering happily in the lacy branches
of the tulip trees and never had the sky seemed more
bright or beautiful. Stepping from the elevator,
which at once shot down to the bottom of the shaft,
Kabumpo started on a run for the castle.
	"Hah, now we shall soon be with people who understand
and appreciate us," puffed the Elegant Elephant
thankfully, "people of our own rank and station!"
	Forgetting that Randy was only a poor mountain
boy, and that he himself in his scorched and tattered
cloak presented anything but a royal appearance,
Kabumpo rushed confidently through the castle garden
and thumped loudly on the castle door.
	"Wait!" whispered Randy, his teeth beginning to
chatter a little from fright and weariness. "There's
something very odd about this castle. Have you
noticed the size of the door, and look, all the windows
are at the top." As Kabumpo drew back to see for
himself, the door, which was in truth thirty feet
high and thirty feet across, slowly creaked open and
a giant stood looking curiously down at them. Randy
was too stunned to speak and Kabumpo too weary
to run and as they stood silently regarding him, the
giant burst into a hearty roar.
	"Welcome! Welcome!" Leaning down he shook
Kabumpo's trunk as if it had been a pump handle.
"Welcome to the Castle of Nandywog, and you are
just in time for dinner, too."
	"Whose?" asked Randy in a faint voice, for he had
read some extremely disturbing facts about giants.
"Why, MINE!" beamed the giant gaily, and leaning
over he picked up Kabumpo as if he had been a
toy dog and carried him boisterously into the castle.

CHAPTER 8

	Nandywog, the Little Giant

KABUMPO had never felt so small and insignificant
in his whole life and when the giant
set him on the floor his legs wobbled so strangely
that he had to lean against a three-legged stool for
support.
	"Oh," shivered the boy anxiously to himself. "Oh
I hope I am going to be brave!" Grasping his
jeweled sword firmly by the handle he waited desperately
for the giant's next move. But Nandywog, now
that they were inside his castle, seemed perfectly
satisfied, and stretching himself full length upon the
floor so he could better observe his small visitors, he
regarded them long and seriously.
	"Was it a fire or an explosion?" he asked finally,
fixing his great eyes curiously on Kabumpo's
scorched and tattered cloak.
	"A little of both," admitted Kabumpo in a relieved
voice, for the giant's question was so frank and
friendly that it filled the Elegant Elephant with new
hope and confidence. "We fell in a river, were carried
underground to Torpedo Town, got caught in
a torpedo storm, escaped through Stair Way and a
silver mine and coming to your castle hoped we
might obtain rest and refreshment before continuing
our journey."
	"And so you shall! So you shall!" promised Nandywog
heartily. "I can see you are both brave and
interesting. You neither run nor scream when you
see a giant. You are the only people in all Oz who
have treated me as a fellow being. Even my own
subjects jump like rabbits when I approach. Nobody
will talk to me, or visit me. I believe I am the loneliest
person in this whole country." Nandywog sighed
gustily and rolling over on his back stared up at the
ceiling. "Being a giant is awful-awful! Especially
when you are a little giant," he finished gloomily.
	"Oh-are you a little giant?" asked Randy in surprise,
for Nandywog seemed simply enormous to him.
	"The littlest giant in Oz," answered Nandy. "When
I grew no taller than twenty feet, my own people
flung me off Big Top Mountain. The giants will have
nothing to do with me because I am too small and
the Ozites will have nothing to do with me because I
am too big. Terrible, isn't it?"
	Kabumpo thought it best to agree and shook his
head sympathetically. "So," continued Nandywog
mournfully, "I traveled all over Oz till I came to this
valley and the Tripedalians were so frightened they
 did everything I told them to do. So I told them to
build me this castle and they did, and now they bring
me everything I need or ask for, but although I am
as kind and considerate as I can be they are still
afraid and my life is hard and lonely.
	"And who are these Tripedalians?" inquired Kabumpo,
hoping the giant would soon stop talking
and offer them something to eat. "I never even heard
of them." Nandywog, instead of answering, leaned
over and pulled the bell rope beside the door. So
quickly that it made Randy jump, a fat little servitor
appeared in the doorway. He was about the same
size as the boy himself but there the similarity
ceased, for the giant's servant was round and ruddy
and his plump body was supported by three sturdy
legs and feet. He kept hopping from one foot to the
other in a way that made Randy exceedingly uneasy.
	"Did you ring, sir?" he quavered in a scared voice.
"Certainly," rumbled the giant gruffly. "Can't you
see we have visitors? Serve the dinner at once, Kojo.
Er-er-what would you like to have?" he inquired,
turning his head toward the Elegant Elephant.
	"Oh, just bring me a hundred pounds of hay, ten
quarts of crushed vegetables, ten quarts of oats and
barley and a barrel of peanuts," ordered Kabumpo
calmly. Kojo's mouth fell open, but the giant seemed
to find nothing strange about the elephant's dinner.
	"How about the boy?" he asked politely.
	"Oh, I'll take whatever you have," decided Randy
quickly, and Kojo, after an indignant glance at Kabumpo,
went hippety-hopping out of the room.
	"Do they all have three legs?" asked Randy, sliding
down Kabumpo's trunk and seating himself comfortably
on the floor beside Nandywog, or rather beside Nandywog's
nose. The giant nodded and smiled kindly at the boy.
"Tri-pedals, three feet," he explained gravely.
Every one has three legs and feet, excepting me-
the cows, the mice and even the chickens!"
	"Why, so have the tables and chairs!" exclaimed
Randy in astonishment. And this was perfectly true.
Every chair, table, chest, stand and stool had three
legs and as Kabumpo and Nandywog began conversing
learnedly about the three-legged inhabitants
of the valley, Randy stepped around the giant's hall
examining everything with lively interest and curiosity.
The windows high above his head were set
at just the proper height for Nandywog and all the
furnishings were giant size, too. But small doors
had been cut in the large doors for the giant's servants
and slanting runways led up to the tables, side
boards, cupboards and book shelves.
	It was fun to watch the Tripedalians setting the
table, bustling importantly up the broad runway with
the giant's huge knives, forks, spoons and tremendous
saucers and plates. They put a small table
and chair for Randy upon the giant's table itself and
piled Kabumpo's hay, vegetables and peanuts in a
great flat flower dish in the center. Then Kojo, who
seemed to be in charge, climbed a ladder and struck
the huge dinner gong hanging on the wall.
	Chuckling and rubbing his hands together, Nandywog
invited his guests into the dining hall. Kabumpo
he lifted ceremoniously to the center of the table,
but Randy, not wishing to repeat the breath-taking
sensation of his first lift, ran up the slanting board
used by the servants and cheerfully seated himself
at the small table beside the giant's tumbler. There,
with scarcely concealed eagerness, the boy waited for
the feast to begin.
	Three roast oxen and two roast pigs, each borne
by four Tripedalians, were served first and Nandywog
cut small slices from each for his young visitor.
Then, staggering up the board with dishes as big
as bath tubs, ten more Tripedalian footmen served
the giant with vegetables, salad and a tasty pudding.
Never had Randy been so famished and never had
food tasted more delicious. The giant kept filling
and refilling his plate till he could not swallow another
morsel. Kabumpo, forgetting his rank and
royalty, stowed away all the provisions the Tripedalians
had brought him and loudly trumpeted for
more hay. This made the giant laugh so heartily
that he nearly blew Randy into the pudding dish and
soon they were all rocking with mirth and merriment
and, in spite of their difference in weight and stature,
joking together like old friends at a birthday party.
Even the servants hippety-hopping about began to
look less scared and nervous.
	"Do stay, stay a long time," begged Nandywog,
beaming down at his small visitors. "Stay with me
always and you shall live like kings in my castle.
Why, I haven't been so happy since I was a boy on
Big Top Mountain."
	Kabumpo, assured by now of Nandywog's friendliness,
thought it time to tell him the whole cause and
purpose of their journey. The little giant was tremendously
interested in the curious story and promised
to do all he could to help them. Tripedalia, he
explained, was on the edge of the Gilliken Country
and scarcely a day's journey from the Emerald City,
and going into the library the obliging fellow looked
through all his maps and history books for some
information concerning the Red Jinn. But he could
find no reference at all to this strange wizard. Still,
he, like Kabumpo, felt that his castle must be in the
Quadling Country of Oz.
	"Why not come with us?" asked Randy, who was
walking composedly up and down the giant's
shoulder. He had taken a great fancy to Nandywog.
"Please do come!"
	"I would only get you in trouble," sighed the giant,
shaking his head sorrowfully. "Everywhere I go,
people immediately take me for an enemy and though
they can do me no serious harm, it is distinctly unpleasant
to have a fire hose turned on one from the
roof, or an army of soldiers shooting at my shins.
No, here I am known and safe. Here I will stay.
But when you have rescued the King and Royal
Family of Pumperdink you must come back to visit
me, for you are the only friends I have in all this
great land of Oz."
	Kabumpo was not sure he could be spared but
Randy earnestly promised to return and after toasting
themselves a while at the giant's fire the two
begged leave to retire for the night. Randy, in a
three legged bed as big as a house, slept soundly
and well, while Kabumpo, who seldom lay down,
dozed fitfully beside the window. The giant's housekeeper,
while they rested, made Kabumpo a new
robe from two of Nandy's best silk handkerchiefs,
so that he looked quite his old and elegant self when
they made ready to depart. There seemed no end
to Nandywog's thoughtfulness and after a hearty
breakfast, and carrying with them a still heartier
lunch, the travelers again turned their faces toward
the south. It was with real regret that they said
good-bye to the little giant and Nandywog stood in
the door of his castle and waved and waved till they
were out of sight.
	Now Tripedalia is a small, three-cornered country
with three-cornered cottages, three-cornered fields,
parks and flower beds. The three-legged people
hopping briskly about their three-legged business
nodded pleasantly to Randy and Kabumpo as they
passed, and to see the three-legged sheep and cows
quietly grazing in the pastures made the boy laugh
outright with interest and amusement.
	"We'll always remember this as one of the good
places, won't we Kabumpo?" Randy sighed and
looked dreamily back at the giant's castle.
	"We must take the good with the bad," answered
the Elegant Elephant philosophically. "Traveling is
that way, my boy." Kabumpo had not enjoyed the
giant as thoroughly as Randy. He was used to being
the biggest person present and Nandywog made him
feel ridiculously small and unimportant. He was far
more comfortable nodding condescendingly to the
fat and amiable little Tripedalians and stepping
hugely and majestically down their narrow streets
and lanes. Tripedalia was not large and in an hour
they had come to the end of the pleasant valley, and
waving his trunk graciously to a three-legged farmer
plowing with his three-legged horse, Kabumpo
stepped through the narrow pass between two hills
at the valley's end.
	"This should bring us out right on the edge of the
Emerald City," predicted Randy eagerly. "Hello-
but what's this?"
	"A couple of dummies probably," muttered the
Elegant Elephant, surveying two rotund little
guardsmen who blocked the way at the other end
of the pass. "Move aside there!" he called haughtily.
But the guards, who seemed really to be dummies,
neither moved nor spoke. If they had not rolled
their eyes so drolly, Randy would have thought they
were just figures set up to frighten off intruders.
	"Why, they're rubber!" he gasped, after a long,
curious inspection. "Just look at them, Kabumpo!"
This Kabumpo proceeded to do and after a short,
contemptuous sniff he again ordered the guards to
move out of his way.
	"Who are you, fellows?" he inquired irritably, and
as neither guardsman moved nor spoke, he gave the
first a sharp poke in the chest with his trunk.
	"Squee!" yelled the guard, bouncing into the air
with a broad grin.
	"Gee!" squealed the other, as Kabumpo thumped
him as hard as he had thumped his comrade. Then
both rubber men bowed politely and waved their
arms for the Elegant Elephant to follow them.
	"Were you squeaking to me?" puffed Kabumpo,
swaying angrily from side to side. The guards
nodded and snorting with indignation the Elegant
Elephant thudded after them.
	"They must be Squee Gees," whispered Randy.
"Oh, look, it's a revolution! Or a war!" Following
the guards, Kabumpo had walked directly into the
public square of a comical Rubber City. Rubber
blocks paved the streets so that the Elegant Elephant
bounced high into the air at every step. Rubber
trees lined the avenues and rubber houses in neat
rows faced the visitors. Birds, shaped like barnyard
hens, bounced from tree to tree whistling every time
they struck against a branch.
	"Fowl ball!" grunted Kabumpo, as one of the birds
hit him between the eyes, and not wishing to bounce
about himself, he stopped perfectly still and waited
to see what would happen. All the inhabitants were
bouncing wildly by this time. Not only that, they
were thumping each other vigorously in the chest,
at each punch emitting sharp, excited cries and
speeches.
	Almost deafened by the uproar but feeling terribly
amused nevertheless, Randy, like Kabumpo, waited
curiously for the Squee Gees to address them.


CHAPTER 9

The Guide Post Man

WHY, they're just like Pajonia's rubber dolls,"
muttered Kabumpo at last. He had been
watching the Squee Gees very closely for several
minutes. "They can't squeak unless you squeeze
them. Look! To speak they have to punch each
other. It's not a battle at all, just a conversation.
They are talking about us. Ho! Ha! Kerumph! And
they don't like us at all. How far is this city from
the capital of Oz?" trumpeted Kabumpo, snatching
a Squee Gee baker up in his trunk.
	"Three hundred bounds and two bounces,"
squeaked the baker, one word to each hug the Elegant
Elephant gave him. "Exqueeze me, please."
	"Certainly!" roared Kabumpo, dropping the baker
so hard that he bounced over a rubber tree. "I vote
we go," he added in an undertone to Randy. "In a
minute they'll start punching us and then there'll be
a regular game of ball."
	"I'd like to have something to remind me of the
place," said Randy, who could scarcely take his eyes
off the bouncing, bounding, boisterous Squee Gees.
	"All right but be quick about it," advised Kabumpo.
"How about some of those rubber flowers?"
	"Just what I was thinking." Sliding to the ground,
Randy seized a rubber rose in both hands. The stem,
instead of breaking, stretched and stretched, and as
the boy gave it an especially hard tug it snapped off
and gave him a stinging blow on the nose. His action
seemed to infuriate the Squee Gees. Bouncing up
to him they began squeezing and thumping him on
the chest till he was positively breathless. Kabumpo
could not help laughing when the rose hit Randy,
but seeing that matters were now really serious, he
pushed the rubber men right and left and lifting
Randy in his trunk charged headfirst through the
crowd. Each time Kabumpo touched the rubber paving
blocks he went twenty feet upward and twenty
feet forward so that in less than ten springs and a
bounce he was entirely out of bounds and out of
Squee Gee Ville. Indeed, the last bounce carried
them over the city wall and landed them, terribly
tossed about and breathless, in the middle of a hay
field.
	"Grapes and grandywogs!" exploded Kabumpo
crossly, feeling himself all over with his trunk. "For
two straws I'd go back and puncture the whole population.
Why didn't we think of that before? Well,
here's lunch, anyway, and high time for it, too."
Randy's nose was still red and swollen, but he could
not help grinning as the Elegant Elephant made savage
lunges at a huge stack of hay. He himself had
a big box of sandwiches the giant had ordered put
up for him and unstrapping the box from his shoulders
he too began to eat, thinking as he did so of all
the curious experiences he had had since leaving
Pumperdink.
	"I wonder if that soothsayer told the truth," he
observed presently. "Do you suppose this Red Jinn
can really restore the King and the others?"
	"I really do!" answered the Elegant Elephant with
conviction. "And instead of wasting time at the
capital telling our story to Ozma and the Wizard of
Oz, we'll just skirt the Emerald City and push right
on to the Quadling country. Have you noticed any-
thing special about this field of hay, my boy?" Randy
nodded, for his mouth was full of chicken. Then with
a hasty swallow he waved toward the fences.
	"Green!" he cried triumphantly. "So we are out of
the Gilliken country and the Quadling country must
be somewhere just below. I wish I could see Ozma
and the Scarecrow and the Cowardly Lion," he added,
a bit wistfully.
	"Plenty of time for that when we've saved Pumperdink," answered Kabumpo sternly. "After we have
rescued Pompus and his family, you and I will travel
all over Oz," he promised grandly. "Nothing to keep
us home, you know."
	Randy smiled a little at this, but saying nothing
he straightened the Elegant Elephant's robe and
settled himself cozily in back of Kabumpo's left ear.
	"Suppose the Red Jinn does not live in the Quadling
country after all," he said quietly, as Kabumpo
started diagonally across the hay field.
	"What are you trying to do? Spoil my lunch?"
Flapping his huge ears like sails, Kabumpo quickened
his pace and brushing aside the green fence
with one push of his trunk swung confidently out
on a broad and prosperous looking highway. In
the distance they could see the gleaming turrets
of Ozma's castle and Randy could not help thinking
it would save them both time and trouble to stop
and ask Ozma the exact location of the Red Jinn's
palace. But Kabumpo, without turning his head once
in the direction of the Emerald City, hustled down
the highway and in an hour they passed under the
crimson arch leading into the Red Lands of Oz.
	"Well, here we are!" announced the Elegant Elephant cheerfully. "Here we are!" The arch stood on the crest of a hill, and spreading invitingly out before them were the red plains and valleys, the
small towns and stately castles of the Quadlings.
	"This Jinn may live in any one of those castles!"
exclaimed Kabumpo, waving his trunk impressively
from left to right. There were five castles in plain
view and very much excited and encouraged he
started down the hill. A narrow footpath led through
a small red wood at the bottom and anxious to
reach the first castle as soon as possible the Elegant
Elephant broke into a run. Emerging from the
wood he almost collided with a sturdy guide post
standing at a fork in the roads.
	"What does it say?" asked Randy, as Kabumpo,
grumbling a little, backed off.
	"Never heard a guide post say anything and this
one doesn't even point," answered Kabumpo impatiently.
"What good is it anyway?"
	"Why, it has a face painted on its knob," cried
Randy. "Maybe the directions are on the back."
	Walking stiffly around the post the Elegant Elephant
pricked up his ears at what he saw.
THIS GUIDE POST MAN WILL DIRECT OR TAKE YOU
ANYWHERE, stated a small sign on the Post Man's
back.
	"Is he alive?" Sliding quickly to the ground
Randy squinted up at the jolly looking Post Man.
"Great Gillikens, did you see that wink?" Kabumpo
certainly did and as it did not seem at all respectful
for a wooden post to wink at an Elegant Elephant,
Kabumpo shook his trunk severely.
	"Kindly direct us to the castle of the Red Jinn,"
he ordered haughtily. At this the Post Man merely
closed one painted eye and yawned terrifically.
	"Maybe he's deaf," volunteered Randy, as the
Guide Post Man opened his eye and looked thought-
fully off into space. "Why, of course he's deaf! Deaf
as a post. He is a post, you know."
	"He's a fraud!" raged Kabumpo, lurching for-
ward angrily. "What does he mean, standing there
like a stick and yawning in my face and not lifting
a finger to help us?"
	"Wait!" begged Randy, as Kabumpo raised his
trunk threateningly. "There may be some more
directions. Oh, there are!"
	Walking sulkily after Randy, Kabumpo saw a
small box like a letter box attached to the Post Man's
back.
	POST ENQUIRIES HERE, directed a notice on the box.
	"Got a pencil?" Feeling in his own pocket, Randy
found one himself before Kabumpo had time to look,
and tearing a sheet from a small memorandum book
he scribbled hastily: "Where is the castle of the Red
Jinn?" Dropping the paper in the box Randy and
Kabumpo hurried to the other side and stared expectantly
into the Post Man's face. What happened
was quite upsetting, especially to Randy. The Guide
Post Man's two wooden arms, which had been tightly
pressed to his sides, now flew up violently. One
knocked Randy over like a ten pin and the other hit
Kabumpo a fearful blow on the trunk.
	"Oh-ouch!" roared the Elegant Elephant, stamping
one foot and then the other. "Such manners!
If I were the King of this country I'd chop off your
knob and burn you for firewood. I'd tear you down
and root you up and smash you into splinters!"
	"What's the use of shouting like that when he
can't even hear you?" Rubbing his head, Randy
picked himself up and looked rather angrily at the
Post Man himself.
	"Why, he's trying to point the way to the Jinn's
castle. We were too close to him, that's all!" he
exclaimed suddenly. "See, he has both arms pointed
northwest!"
	"But we just came from the north," answered
Kabumpo, with an exasperated snort. "Didn't I tell
you the Red Jinn's castle was in the south?"
	"Yes, but that doesn't make it in the south," persisted
Randy calmly. "It may not be in Oz at all!"
	"Not in Oz at all I Great Grump, are you crazy?
Have we come all this distance to take our orders
from a stupid blockhead like this? Pay no attention
to the wooden pest. Come on, he has wasted enough
of our time already." Glaring at the Post Man, who
winked first one eye and then the other, Kabumpo
turned on his heel and began moving slowly down
the road. But Randy was not so sure the Post Man
was wrong. Walking quickly around he carefully
reread the sign on the fellow's back: THIS GUIDE
POST MAN WILL DIRECT OR TAKE YOU ANYWHERE.
	"I wonder if he really would," pondered the boy
thoughtfully, and first making sure that Kabumpo
was not looking he took out his pencil and wrote:
"Please take us to the castle of the Red Jinn, at
once!" Underlining "at once," he stuffed the paper
into the Post Man's box and feeling rather frightened
ran after the Elegant Elephant. As he reached
him, there was a great whirl and swish and his hand
was gripped firmly by the wooden fingers of the
Post Man. At the same moment Kabumpo's trunk
was unceremoniously seized by the Guide Post Man's
other hand and up like roman candles shot the three
before Kabumpo even knew what was happening to
him. Over the Emerald City and on they flashed, till
Randy lost all sense of time, space and distance.

CHAPTER 10

Regalia

IN the far northwestern corner of the Gilliken
country lies Regalia, a proud, pompous and regal
little kingdom, high in the purple mountains of Oz.
Its rulers, born to the purple, so to speak, have come
down in straight succession for more than a thousand
years and its castle, with amethyst windows and
spires, is one of the most splendid sights in the country.
The Regalians, though of a somewhat proud
and haughty bearing, are really kind and merry at
heart-much given to feasting, celebrations and gay
processions.
	But on this particular bright May morning an unwonted
gloom hung over the mountainside. All the
silver curtains in the castle were drawn and the
courtiers, whispering uneasily among themselves,
tiptoed up and down the silent corridors. Outside,
the purple and regally clad mountaineers and villagers
gathered in anxious groups and knots, and
glancing up at the castle on the mountain top from
time to time, shook their heads mournfully. The
Royal Flag of Regalia was not flying from the tower,
for the Royal Ruler of all the Regalians was absent
from the castle and none knew when he would return
-or whether he would return at all.
	In the throne room, gazing intently at a great
amethyst ball placed before him on a golden table,
sat Hoochafoo, uncle of the absent ruler. Tugging
anxiously at his purple beard he would look up now
and then to cast worried glances at the door and
windows. Hoochafoo, though not noted for his wit
or wisdom, though dubbed by his mischievous compatriots
Hoochafoo, the Foolish, was nevertheless a
gentle and amiable old nobleman. But the responsibility
of ruling Regalia weighed heavily upon his
spirits, and anxiety over his Royal nephew made him
still more nervous and unhappy.
	"This suspense is killing me!" groaned the poor
fellow, and running across the room he pulled the
bell cord violently. "Summon the Wise Man, at
once!" he directed the page who appeared to answer
the bell. "At once!" And thrusting his long hands
into the pockets of his splendid coat, Hoochafoo began
pacing up and down the room at such a rate
that he often met himself in the middle before he
reached the end and when the old Wise Man did
appear he almost knocked him over.
	"Prunes and pretzels!" sputtered the sage,
straightening his peaked cap. "What now? Your
Highness knows this is my day for reflecting. How
can I think of ways and means, I mean means and
ways, bosh and bother what do I mean?"
	"Sit down," begged Hoochafoo, flinging himself
disconsolately upon the throne. "Sit down, you must
stay with me. Ah, Chalulu, Chalulu, what shall I
do, do?"
	"Do nothing," answered the Wise Man, lowering
himself crossly into a gold rocker. "There is nothing
you can do, as I have told you a dozen times a day,
nothing to do but wait until the conditions of the
test have been fulfilled and the prince has proved his
prowess, whatever that is," finished the Wise Man,
with a furious sniff.
	"Yes, but he may be in great danger," wailed
Hoochafoo, clasping and unclasping his hands, "facing
unknown and savage monsters-lying exhausted
at the bottom of some deep ravine. We must do
something, I tell you. Call out the guard, search
the forest! Do something, do you hear?"
	"I hear," answered Chalulu sourly, "but I can do
nothing. It is the law and written in the Royal Book
of Regalia that the prince of the realm must go forth
alone and unaided and prove himself worthy of the
crown. Alone! Since the King, your brother, has
chosen to retire from the throne and pursue the life
of a hermit in the mountains, the prince must take
His place. But why fret and worry this way? Have
not all our former princes successfully passed the
test? Has not our present prince shown himself
brave and resourceful? Calm yourself, I beg. Go
catch fish-catch cold-fall down the mountain," he
suggested helpfully.
	"But eight days, and not one word from him"
moaned Hoochafoo, scarcely hearing the words of
the Wise Man. "Not once has the amethyst ball
flashed fire. Not one of the conditions of the test
has been accomplished. Just read them again," he
commanded, leaning his head wearily back against
the throne and closing his eyes. Grumbling with
annoyance, Chalulu unrolled and read a long scroll:
	"Upon the passing, abdication or retirement of the
King of Regalia, the prince of the realm shall go
forth alone and without knowing the contents of this
scroll fulfill all of its conditions.
"One: The prince must make three true friends.
"Two: He must faithfully serve a strange King.
"Three: He must save a Queen.
"Four: He must prove his bravery in battle.
"Five: He must overcome a monster.
"Six: He must disenchant a princess.
"Seven: He must receive from a wizard some
magic treasure.
	"As each test is successfully met the amethyst ball
in the throne room will flash fire."
	"Awful!" muttered Hoochafoo, as Chalulu finished
reading and rolled up the scroll. "Ridiculous! How
can one small prince do all that? Or even half of
that? How-how? Why, he has done it! Look!
Look! The ball has flashed fire! He has actually
accomplished one of the feats. The prince is safe!
Ring the bells! Call the guards! Declare a holiday
at once! The prince is safe and alive and everything
will be punjanoobias." The Wise Man, as
Hoochafoo dashed hilariously to and fro, ringing
bells, throwing up windows and pulling back the curtains,
hurried anxiously after him.
	"Remember, he has only passed one of the tests,"
wheezed Chalulu warningly. "There are still six
more ahead of him."
	"Six more? Six more fiddlesticks! If he has accomplished
one, he will accomplish all. Don't you realize
that this means the prince is safe and well? Stay
here, you old skin and bones. Watch that ball while
I go and break the good tidings to our countrymen!"
	Rushing out on the balcony Hoochafoo flung up his
arms and called out the happy news at the top of
his lungs. And soon the cheers and joyous shouts
of the Regalians rang from peak to peak so that the
goats stopped their grazing and pricking up their
ears turned their heads curiously toward the castle
on the purple mountain top.

CHAPTER 11

In the Castle of the Red Jinn

ALTHOUGH their dash through the air seemed
hours long to Randy and Kabumpo, just ten
minutes after they left the Quadling Country of Oz,
they had zipped over the Deadly Desert and come
crashing down in Ev. Before them stretched a green
and glassy sea and on the edge of the sea rose a
scintillating red glass palace. Without waiting for
them to rest or recover their breath, the Guide Post
Man, who seemed to have the strength of an army,
dragged them to the palace, up its hundred glittering
glass steps, through the doors and straight into the
throne room. As soon as they had reached the
throne, the Post Man dropped Randy's hand and
Kabumpo's trunk as suddenly as he had seized them,
and leaning wearily against a red glass pillar, closed
his eyes.
	"Such manners!" raged the Elegant Elephant,
pressing his trunk to his head, which was still spinning
giddily from the dizzy spin through the air.
"Such manners!"
"Well, at least he brought us here!" panted Randy,
pulling down his coat and smoothing back his pompadore.
"I told him to take us to the castle of the
Red Jinn and here we are. This must be his palace,
Kabumpo. Everything is red!" The floors of the
throne room were of smooth, transparent red glass;
curtains of strung red rubies twinkled pleasantly at
the windows and doors, and the tables, chairs and
other furnishings were of shining crimson lacquer.
A pleasant pink incense hung in the air and leading
to the throne was a double row of enormous red
vases. A smaller vase occupied the throne itself and
giving the Elegant Elephant a nudge Randy whispered
excitedly, "Look, look, there's the Red Jinn
himself."
	"I see nothing but a big red jug," wheezed Kabumpo,
trying to focus his eyes on the throne. His
head was still going round like a top.
	"Sh---hh, not so loud! If we want him to help us
we'll have to be careful!
	"It's the Red Jinn, I tell you! Don't you see his
arms and legs?" But flying had put the Elegant
Elephant in a terrible temper and dragging his cloak
straight he muttered crossly:
	"Help us! Why shouldn't he help us? I guess our
castle's as good as this, and I'm sure I'm as important
as he is! Hum, humph, ha!"
	"Har! Har! Har!" Kabumpo and Randy exchanged
startled glances, for the muffled laughter
had come from the middle of the red vase. Then
up went the lid and out popped the round rosy face
of an exceedingly fat and jolly old gentleman. The
lid of the vase sat gaily on the back of his head like
a cap and except for his red glass eyes, he looked
quite kind, good-natured and grandfatherly. While
Randy was trying to think of something polite to
say, the old gentleman started the conversation himself
by crying in a cheery voice:
	"Came by post, didn't you?" He paused to look
curiously at the Guide Post Man who opened one
eye, grinned and waved both arms at the Jinn. "Post
haste, ho, ho!" chuckled the little wizard delightedly.
"How long are you going to stay? I see you have
brought a trunk." Pursing his lips and leaning over
so far that he almost fell out of his jug, the Red
Jinn stared mischievously at Kabumpo and then
turned to wink at Randy.
	"How could I come without my trunk?" hissed Kabumpo
angrily. "It's part of me and you well know
it !"
	"You wouldn't part with it I suppose?" asked the
Jinn solemnly. Kabumpo was too outraged to
answer, so the Jinn went on quite cheerfully. "Then
keep it by all means, my dear old Wackajamia for;

"It belongs to you and it's long enough
To hold a barrel of tea or snuff,
And if you took one sniff of snuff
You'd sneeze your head off, like enough."

"You're talking through your lid," stormed Kabumpo,
his small eyes beginning to bulge dangerously.
"I am the Elegant Elephant of Oz and
Pumperdink, Prince and Regent in the House of
Pompus the Great and-"
	"Who cares? Who cares? Har, har! Who cares?"
Folding his hands calmly over the vase encasing his
bulging body, the Red Jinn blinked his eyes sleepily.
"Do you know any new jokes, stories or riddles?
Come, make yourselves agreeable and try to act like
visitors."
	"Oh, please," interrupted Randy, afraid that the
Jinn's jokes and Kabumpo's temper would ruin
everything. "We have come to ask your help-!"
	"Help? Help! Hel-lup!" shouted the Jinn, banging
on his jar with a red umbrella he had picked up from
the arm of the throne. "Help!" At his loud cries, in
from every direction poured huge black slaves in red
trousers and turbans. "Well," yawned the Jinn in a
bored voice, "here's the help, nearly all that I have.
Ask them whatever you wish!" Waving his arms
carelessly toward his men, he retired within himself
and closed the lid. The slaves, after touching their
noses once to the floor, looked expectantly toward
the travelers, but Kabumpo, snorting with disgust,
was already waddling furiously toward the door.
	"Let's go," he muttered thunderously. "Let us
leave this miserable palace at once. I've never been
so insulted in my life. Help! Help, indeed!"
	"But, Kabumpo!" cried Randy, tugging at the Elegant
Elephant's robe. "Remember, this Jinn is the
only one who can help us disenchant the King.
You're not going to spoil everything, are you?"
	"Spoil everything?" snapped Kabumpo, flapping
his ears indignantly. "Do you expect me to stand
here and make a fool of myself to amuse that old
potted goose, yonder?"
	"He's only in fun," explained Randy, speaking low
so the Jinn could not hear. "Come on back and let's
try again." Feeling in his heart that Randy was
right, Kabumpo sniffed three times to show his contempt,
then turned round and walked stiffly back to
the throne. The slaves, receiving no orders or directions
of any kind, had melted out of sight, the Post
Man was sound asleep against the red pillar and
there was no sound at all in the great, glittering
room. The ruby-handled umbrella still lay on the
arm of the throne and taking it in his hand, Randy
tapped gently on the Jinn's jar. So quickly that the
boy almost toppled over backwards the Jinn thrust
up his head.
	"My mercy me!" puffed the little old fellow merrily.
"You still here?"
	"Yes!" answered Randy quickly, and before the
Jinn had time to make any more jokes. "We wanted
to tell you a story, sir.
	"What kind of a story?" Without stopping to explain,
while Kabumpo shifted sulkily from one foot
to the other, Randy began at once a recital of all
that had happened in Pumperdink and how Faleero
and Kettywig had plotted to steal Pompus' throne.
When he came to the part where Faleero, disguised
as a traveling magician, had persuaded the royal
family to pick the fire roses from the mist tree and
how they had instantly vanished from view, the Jinn
bounced up and spun round three times on his left
heel.
	"Red magic! I know how she did that" he exclaimed
triumphantly. "And I am the only wizard
in the north who can restore their Majesties."
	"That's just what the soothsayer told us, that's just
why we came to you." Quickly finishing up the story
of their travels through Oz and their flight to Ev
with the Post Man, Randy stepped closer and looked
right into the Jinn's face. "You will help us, won't
you?" he asked coaxingly.
	"Help us and you shall have all of these jewels, my
good fellow," added Kabumpo condescendingly.
Feeling in his pocket, he pulled out a plump bag and
held it haughtily up in his trunk. The Jinn, who had
been on the point of answering Randy, looked in
astonishment at the little bag. An expression of
anger and disgust crossed his ruddy face and snatching
up his red umbrella he waved it three times
round his head. As Randy gasped and Kabumpo
stepped back, fifty blacks came racing into the throne
room. Each bore a great basket of blazing rubies.
These they set down before their master and grinning
wickedly at Kabumpo retired like shadows
through the curtains. The Jinn, without another look
at the Elegant Elephant or the little Gilliken sank
out of sight.
	"Now you've done it! Now you've done it and
ruined everything! Great Gillikens, he has more
jewels than we've seen in the whole of our lives!
Whatever made you do that, Kabumpo? Whatever
shall we do now?" Randy flung himself disconsolately
on a red lacquered sofa.
	"Do what you like. I'm through!" Looking very
huge and haughty, but feeling very small and foolish,
Kabumpo started to leave the Jinn's palace. As
the Elegant Elephant went swishing through the
tinkling red curtains, Randy rose and stood uncertainly
before the owner of the palace. Did he dare
speak to him again? While he was still trying to
decide, the Guide Post Man suddenly awoke and in
one tremendous leap covered the distance between
the red pillar and the throne. Raising his wooden
arms, he brought them down so hard on the Jinn's
jar that the Jinn almost rolled off his spun glass
cushions. Seizing the arm of the throne to save
himself, the little wizard stuck out his head and
rolled his eyes savagely from side to side. As they
lit upon the Post Man, that strange individual took
off his knob, bowed politely and waving first one arm
and then the other, whizzed out of an open window.
	"I guess he wanted to say good-bye," ventured
Randy in an embarrassed voice.
	"And good riddance, too," grumbled the Jinn
crossly. "Has that elephant gone?"
	"I-I don't think so," answered Randy uncomfortably.
"You see, we thought you might change your
mind about helping us."
	"Help you? Why should I help you?" demanded
the Jinn in a red peppery voice. "Give me one good
reason if you can."
	"There really isn't any reason," admitted Randy,
shaking his head ruefully. "But you are the only
one wise, skillful and powerful enough to do it and
I thought you might like the fun of trying."
	"It would be fun," mused the Jinn, half to himself
and half to Randy. "I haven't been anywhere for
a hundred years. Where is this Pumperdinky kingdom
anyway and what relation are you to its unhappy sovereigns?"
"None at all," Randy told him frankly. "But I
was in the castle when all this happened and as
I'm fond of mysteries and like Kabumpo, I thought
it would be a fine adventure to help restore the royal
family to the throne."
"But that elephant is perfectly preposterous!"
exploded the Jinn indignantly. "Offering me a peanut
bag full of jewels. Me, the real and only Red
Jinn in all Ev, possessor of fifty ruby mines and all
the science and secrets of red magic and art!"
"Oh, he didn't mean to offend you, I'm sure,"
explained Randy anxiously. "He's grand, really, when
he's not showing off. You'll like him a lot when
you know him better."
	"Well, I like you a lot now," smiled the Jinn,
twinkling his glass eyes at the boy. "And I believe
I'll help you, too. Shake hands on it, Randy. That's
what you call yourself, is it not? And to my friends
my name is Jinnicky,
	"He's the one and only Jinnicky and very awfully finicky
	About his friends, his jewels, his tea;
	So try 'to please him, boy, or he
	Will seal you in a ginger jar and toss you in the sea,
	Har, har!
	How har, har, horrid that would be, so let's forget it.
	Where's my tea?"
The last line Jinnicky roared so loud that the very
curtains trembled and before Randy could blink, a
small Servitor, bearing a silver tea tray flashed down
before the throne. Handing Randy one cup and the
Jinn another, he set down the tray and retired as
quickly as he had appeared. Perched on the edge
of a red chair, Randy sipped the steaming liquid,
recalling rather uneasily the verses about the ginger
jar. He was worried about Kabumpo, too. But the
Red Jinn, chattering away of Pumperdink and the
art of restoring the vanished ones, seemed to have
forgotten everything unpleasant and was so jolly,
and bubbling over with good humor that Randy began
to feel gay and light-hearted himself.
	"When will we start?" he asked eagerly. "Now?"
	"Now, or never!" beamed Jinnicky, setting down
his tea cup and bouncing off the throne. "Where is
that big gom of an elephant, anyway?"
 
CHAPTER 12

The Grand Advizier Advises

THEY found Kabumpo under a ginger tree in
the garden and when Jinnicky clapped him
briskly on the trunk and told him he had decided
to help him, the Elegant Elephant was so embarrassed
that he could do nothing but grunt and
splutter. Taking these dubious sounds for appreciation
and thanks, the Jinn announced that they were
leaving for Pumperdink at once, and motioning for
Kabumpo to follow pattered determinedly back to
the palace.
	"There are always three things to decide about a
journey," panted Jinnicky, dropping down on his
cushions and clasping his hands round his shiny
middle. "Where to go, what to take and how to
travel. The first we know, the second we shall leave
to my Grand Advizier, the third we must decide for
ourselves. Now then, my lads, how shall we travel
to Pumperdink?"
	"Where's the Post Man?" demanded Kabumpo,
looking around sharply. He had not enjoyed the
dash through the air with their singular guide, but
he had rather counted on going back the same way.
"Where is that surly offspring of a tree stump?"
	"Gone," answered Jinnicky, calmly rocking back
and forth. "So we cannot go by post. My magic
jinrikisha might carry Randy and me but it would
never hold an elephant, so we cannot go by
jinrikisha."
	"I should not care to ride in a jinrikisha anyway,"
sniffed Kabumpo loftily. "I've never ridden in such
a contrivance, and I don't intend to begin now."
	"Then it looks as though we would have to go
afoot," mused Jinnicky, taking off his lid and scratching
his red head reflectively. "Mercy me!" He looked
ruefully at his small, fat slippered feet and sighed.
	"Oh, you can ride on my back, I suppose," remarked
Kabumpo carelessly. He had no great liking
for the saucy little Jinn, but felt he must put up
with some inconveniences if he was to get him to
Pumperdink and save the kingdom from Kettywig.
"Of course, if you fall off and jar yourself, you cannot
hold me responsible," he added in a severe tone.
"And if that does happen," thought Kabumpo spitefully
to himself, "I shall just take his magic and
disenchant their Majesties without his help."
	Randy looked distressed at Kabumpo's rude speech,
but the Jinn, who loved a joke, even on himself,
laughed uproariously.
	"You cannot jar a fellow who is already jarred,"
puffed Jinnicky, wiping the tears of merriment from
his fat cheeks. "I've been jarred all my life and
never been broken yet" The Jinn winked a glass
eye at Kabumpo, and the Elegant Elephant was so
upset to have the Jinn read his thoughts that he immediately
lapsed into an uneasy silence.
	"But how about the Deadly Desert?" asked Randy,
sitting down on the steps of Jinnicky's throne and
looking up eagerly into his face.
	"Oh-that!" Jinnicky snapped his fingers unconcernedly.
"Wait till we come to it, my boy." Taking
up his red umbrella he pounded vigorously on the
arm of his ruby throne. In answer to this strange
summons, a tall, turbaned and exceedingly dignified
gentleman stalked into his presence. He was tastefully
dressed in red, had a neat pointed nose, a neat
pointed beard and the toes of his neat pointed shoes
curled nearly up to his knees. With folded arms he
approached the throne, and nodding in a careless
fashion to the Jinn stood waiting for him to speak.
This Jinnicky did at once by explaining cheerfully:
	"Alibabble, these are my friends from Oz-Kabumpo
and Randy. I leave you to guess which name
belongs to which." Alibabble, raising one eyebrow,
glanced quickly from the Elegant Elephant to the
little Gilliken and with a haughty and supercilious
nod turned back to his master.
	"You sent for me?" he observed in an annoyed
voice.
	"Yes, I'm going on a journey. Kindly make the
necessary preparations." Jinnicky rubbed his hands
gleefully together.
	"Well, first, I advise you to have a hair cut," said
Alibabble, in a firm voice.
	"A hair cut!" shrieked the Jinn angrily. "You're
always telling me to have my hair cut. I'll cut your
salary for this. No wonder I want to get away.
Hair cut! Hair cut! I hear nothing else from morning
till night. Barber! Barber!" Jinnicky sprang
to his feet, his glass eyes rolling savagely. And
when the barber, attired in the same red costume as
Alibabble, arrived, breathless from his hurry, the
Jinn waved sternly at the Grand Advizier.
	"Cut his hair and just take off the head with it,"
he commanded temperishly. As the barber drew a
long gleaming scimitar from his sash, Randy jumped
up in horror and even Kabumpo gave a grunt of
protest. Alibabble, however, seemed perfectly calm.
Seating himself in a red chair, be began slowly Unwinding
his turban, disclosing a crop of shortly
clipped red hair. As the barber raised his scimitar
the Red Jinn seemed to think of something.
	"Never mind about his head," he mumbled disagreeably,
"I might need it later." Randy could not
help thinking Alibabble might need it himself, but
the Grand Advizier, without a change of expression,
sat quietly smoking a cheroot while the barber
shaved off what was left of his short locks.
	"Well, now that we've had our hair cut" smiled
Jinnicky maliciously, "let us proceed with the rest
of the preparations.
	"Are you going to take Addie?" inquired Alibabble,
picking up a small basket from a red stand.
	"I don't-know-" murmured the Jinn, rubbing
his chin as he deliberated. "Do you think there'll be
much adding to do, Randy?"
	"Adding!" exclaimed the boy, as the Grand Ad-
vizier took the top off the basket. "Oh, If don't think
so, sir. Do you, Kabumpo?"
	"How should I know?" sniffed the Elegant Elephant,
swinging his trunk indifferently. Then his
eyes popped out in real astonishment, as a small
snake that had been coiled in the basket rose up
on its tail and lazily surveyed him.
	"Then she can help us now," decided the Jinn,
settling back contentedly, "and add up all the articles
we need for the journey. She's my hissing
adder," he confided pridefully to Randy. "No sum
is too difficult for her, either."
	The Grand Advizier addressed the adder in a dignified
tone. "Let me see, now. We'll need the green
jug, the blue vase, the red jar, the black pitcher, the
purple incense, the yellow incense, the pink incense,
the blue bottle, the green bottle, the grey bottle, the
red bottle, the green flower pot, your red glasses,
the silver dinner bell and your old umbrella."
	As the Grand Advizier counted off each item, Addie
gave a hiss and made a puncture on a sheet of paper
suspended from the handle of the basket with her
sharp tongue. Randy was so interested watching the
hissing adder at work that he paid no attention at
all to what Alibabble was saying. But Kabumpo,
putting his great ears inquisitively forward began
to seethe and bubble with resentment and indignation.
	"Pots! Bottles, jugs and flower pots! Does he
take us for peddlers?" fumed Kabumpo fiercely in
Randy's ear. "Great grump! I'll look like a pack
horse.
	"I-how about some food?" he called, belligerently
raising his trunk.
	"There will be food," announced Alibabble composedly,
"but not your kind of food, my friend. I
fear you will have to forage for your provisions."
	"Forage?" trumpeted Kabumpo, with an out-
raged snort. "What forage?"

"Bar, har! You must forage for elephant porridge,
For cabbage and turnips and round nuts,
For the grasses and hay you will need every day,
For the tree leaves and tea leaves and ground nuts!"


chanted Jinnicky, leaning over to take the paper
from Addie. The hissing adder had placed a line of
dots under her list and punctured out with her
tongue the figure fifteen. While the Jinn examined
this figure with wrinkled brows and Kabumpo rumbled
angrily under his breath, Alibabble shut Addie
up in the basket, snatched the paper from Jinnicky
and was gone. In exactly five minutes by the Jinn's
red glass clock, two of the Jinn's tallest slaves appeared
carrying the fifteen bottles, jugs, pots and
vases. A third little black walked behind them and
handing Jinnicky a silver bell, a pair of red glasses
and a note, promptly took to his heels. The Jinn
gave the bell and spectacles to Randy and pursing
up his lips opened the note.
	"I earnestly advise your Majesty to have a hair
cut before starting on this journey." It was signed
"Alibabble," and Randy, who had read the message
surreptitiously over Jinnicky's shoulder, skipped
quickly down the steps.
	"Hair cut! Hair cut! There he goes again!" fumed
the Red Jinn fretfully. "Do you really think my hair
is too long?" Randy measured the distance between
himself and the door and then spoke up boldly:
	"It is a little long, your Highness."
	"It's long enough to plait and tie with ribbons,"
grunted Kabumpo, snatching Randy down the last
step of the throne as Jinnicky began to call for the
barber. But this time, when the barber appeared,
he actually let the fellow cut his hair, groaning
terribly as each lock fell under the shears and looking
so reproachfully at Randy that the boy felt quite
guilty and uncomfortable. But at last the disagreeable
operation was over and Jinnicky, jumping to
his feet, summoned three of his favorite servitors.
These handy fellows quickly rigged up a cushioned
seat for the Jinn on Kabumpo's back with a neat
rope ladder to help him up and down. The bottles
and jugs were stowed in two wicker baskets and
slung over the Elegant Elephant's shoulders. Then
Randy mounted to his favorite place back of Kabumpo's
left ear, the Jinn ran up the rope ladder
and fell breathlessly among the cushions of his seat
and Kabumpo, lifting his trunk, gave such a trumpet
that a double line of courtiers drawn up to wish
Jinnicky farewell tumbled over like ten pins. Then
the Elegant Elephant charged like a hurricane out
of the red glass palace. Jinnicky's subjects, clad in
towering turbans and loose red trousers, waved
cheerfully as they swept through the glittering
streets of the red city, and the red glass guns in the
fortress fired a salute of twenty glass cannon balls
as they passed through the sparkling city gates.
	"They seem to think a lot of you," called Randy,
when he could make himself heard.
	"Doubtless! Doubtless," answered Jinnicky, with
a little sniff of satisfaction. "People grow terribly
fond of you when they find you are about to depart."
	"But who'll rule the country without you?" asked
Randy, looking over his shoulder at the Jinn.
	"Alibabble, I dare say, and well enough, too.
Mercy me! I'll be glad to be rid of the fellow for
a while. He's always telling me something I already
know."
	"As you know so much, possibly you can tell me
the shortest route to Oz," puffed Kabumpo, looking
impatiently around at Jinnicky.
	"To tell the truth, I know very little about roads,"
confessed Jinnicky. "Traveling swiftly through the
air in my magic jinrikisha I see very few of them.
However, I believe the road we are on now leads
directly to the Deadly Desert."
	"So you travel very fast in that magic jinrikisha?"
murmured Kabumpo, in a tone Randy did not quite
like. "Very fast. Ha! Well, how's this?" The Jinn,
as you can well imagine, made no answer. All he
could do was hold on to the arms of his wicker seat,
blink, groan and gasp and whisper magic words and
incantations for his safety and protection. Randy,
with both hands twisted securely in the Elegant Elephant's
collar, blew out and waved like a banner.
Traveling at top speed on an elephant is like riding
a stormy sea in a small boat. And how far or how
long they tore through the wild rocky country of
Ev, neither Randy nor the Red Jinn could have told
you. Even the Elegant Elephant himself did not
know, but soon the hot, stinging scent of burning
sand made him slow down and peering through a
thin fringe of trees ahead he came to a sudden and
unceremonious stop.
	"Well, here's your desert," he announced carelessly.
"And now that we are here, what are you
going to do about it?" The Jinn, who had withdrawn
into his jar like a turtle into its shell, popped up his
head and looked cautiously about.
	"Why, it is the desert," said Jinnicky, sniffing the
sulphurous air fastidiously. "Mercy me.!" Randy
thought it quite sporting of the Jinn to say nothing of
the awful shaking he had endured. lie, himself, was
stiff and sore and extremely provoked at Kabumpo.
	"Have you any magic in those baskets that will
help us to cross the desert?" he asked anxiously.
	"No!" answered the Jinn frankly. "I haven't. But
I'll probably think of something before long."
	"Before long?" squealed Kabumpo indignantly.
"Do you realize that the King, Queen, Prince arid
Princesses of Pumperdink are in dire and awful danger
and need your help at once?"
	"Keep your skin on! Keep your skin on!" advised
Jinnicky calmly. "Vanishing is neither dangerous
nor awful. On the contrary it is quite pleasant and
restful. You ought to try it some time. So just have
patience and something will turn up to help us cross
this desert. Just see if it doesn't." Folding his hands
the Jinn settled back contentedly against his cushions.
Even Randy began to feel a little annoyed at
this. The idea of waiting on the edge of the desert
for something to turn up seemed utterly foolish and
ridiculous to him. As for Kabumpo, he was so put
out that he snatched up a small tree by the roots
and swallowed it whole.
	"Something will come along soon," repeated
Jinnicky, blinking his red glass eyes sleepily. "Look
-something's coming up now!" He turned a fat
pink finger toward the sky which was turning a
leaden and thunderous grey.
	"A storm!" gasped Kabumpo, staring worriedly
at the darkening clouds. "A storm's coming up.
Great grump, what good will that do?"

CHAPTER 13

The Red Jinn's Looking Glasses

A LONG, threatening rumble of thunder sent
the Elegant Elephant on a quick rush for
cover, but there was in all that dreary waste land,
not a tree, rock or shack of any kind to shelter them.
Jinnicky, after a second look at the sky, handed his
umbrella to Randy and ducked into his jar; and just
in time, too, for the rain fell in torrents and the
wind rose to such a gale that Kabumpo swayed
like a ship in a storm and Randy found it impossible
to put up the red umbrella. There was a great deal
to be said for Jinnicky's jar, for he had not only
drawn in his head, but his arms and legs as well, and
was perfectly dry and secure while Kabumpo and
Randy shivered with wet and discomfort. Looking
at him enviously, the boy wondered how it would feel
to be so strangely and magically constructed. The
wind howled fearfully, Kabumpo's ears flapped like
sails in the blast and conversation of any kind was
simply impossible.
	"If that Post Man had not gone off we might have
been in Pumperdink by this time," thought Randy
sadly, "and now, dear knows whether we shall ever
get there." But the storm, as quickly as it had risen,
passed. The sky turned grey, then pink and though
it was still raining the sun came out and a rainbow
burst suddenly through the clouds.
	"Oh, look!" called Randy, pointing to the vivid
arch of light. But Kabumpo, paying no attention
to the rainbow, shook himself so vigorously that the
Jinn rattled in his jar and all the jugs and vases
jingled noisily together.
	"Very pretty, no doubt," sniffed Kabumpo shortly,
"but this is no time to look for rainbows, my boy.
Our clothes are ruined, you'll probably catch pneumonia
and how are we to cross this grumpy desert?
A fine help this Jinn's been! I'll bet he just came for
the ride."
	"Sh-hh!" warned Randy anxiously. "Don't you
remember, he can hear through his lid. Oh, look!
Look! Do look, Kabumpo, the rainbow's coming
right down to the edge of the rocks and there's a girl
or a fairy dancing on the rim."
	"Why, it's Polychrome!" exclaimed Kabumpo, his
interest aroused at last. "It's the rainbow's daughter.
She has often visited in Oz. Polly! Polly, my
dear, come on down and let's have a look at you."
	"I told you something would turn up," observed
Jinnicky, popping out his head. "Next time, maybe,
you'll believe me." Randy was much too interested
in the little sky fairy to pay any attention to Jinnicky.
Though she seemed to be a maid of mist and light,
Polychrome was at the same time as real and as
lovely as the loveliest of Oz maidens. Dancing down
the rainbow, she jumped off the end, skipped lightly
across the rocks and seated herself cozily in the
bend of the Elegant Elephant's trunk.
	"Hello, Kabumpo, aren't you a long way from
home?" she asked affectionately.
	"A very long way," admitted the Elegant Elephant
glumly. "But it's a long, long story, my dear!"
	"Just like your nose," laughed Polly mischievously.
"Well, I like long noses and stories and-travelers."
She smiled gaily up at Randy and the Red Jinn as
Kabumpo pompously introduced them, and in less
time than it has taken me to write one page of this
story, Kabumpo had explained the whole reason and
purpose of their journey.
	"And the sooner we reach Pumperdink, the sooner
the Red Jinn can restore the royal family," put in
Randy, as Kabumpo paused for breath. "But we cannot
cross this desert, so here we are!"
	"Why, that's easy!" Polly jumped to the ground
with a little laugh. "I'll just lend you my rainbow.
See-!" She stretched her arms up gleefully. "It
arches all the way across and all you have to do is
follow ~
	"But I'm too heavy! I'd fall through-or off, or
puncture it," objected Kabumpo nervously.
	"Or get rainbow-legged," chuckled the Red Jinn,
who had been quiet as long as he could manage.
"The plain truth is, you're afraid. Why not admit
it?"
	"Ha!" raged Kabumpo, and with a furious glance
at Jinnicky stamped after Polychrome, who had
already stepped up on the bow and was beckoning
for them to follow.
	Randy, it must be confessed, shared Kabumpo's
misgivings, and as they approached the misty and
fragile arch he shivered with something besides cold
and dampness. They would certainly fall through,
fall on the deadly desert and vanish as utterly as
the King of Pumperdink. But Polychrome and the
Red Jinn seemed so gay and indifferent that the
mountain boy resolved to perish manfully, and as
Kabumpo stepped up on the rainbow, he began to
whistle an old Gilliken jig.
	The rainbow slanted gradually at the start and as
Kabumpo cautiously started upward, his feet seemed
scarcely to touch the iridescent path of light. But
for all its transparency, the rainbow proved sturdy
as steel. It was like crossing the desert on some
unreal and airy bridge, and with Polychrome dancing
ahead Kabumpo quickly and safely reached the
center. Here Polly bade them an affectionate farewell
and regretfully Randy waved good-bye to the
little sky fairy. Going down was more difficult than
going up and though the Elegant Elephant held back
and braced his legs as best he could, he found himself
running faster and faster. So fast, in fact, did
he run that everything grew blurred and when he
came to the end of the rainbow he plunged off and
ran for half a mile before he could stop himself.
	"Very neat," approved Jinnicky, straightening his
lid, which had fallen over one ear. "And this, I
suppose, is the famous Winkie country of Oz!"
	"Tell me something I don't already know," grunted
Kabumpo, still panting from his dash down the
rainbow. "Of course it's the Winkie country. Isn't
everything yellow?"

"Everything excepting you,
And you, old El, seem rather blue,

though I don't see why," said Jinnicky, with a wink
at Randy. "That rainbow was a very pleasant solution
of a very unpleasant difficulty."
	"I wish Polychrome had come with us," sighed
Randy. "Do you know her very well, Kabumpo?"
	"As well as anyone ever knows a fairy," answered
Kabumpo, squinting up at the sky, where the rain-
bow was just melting out of sight. "But now," he
concluded briskly, "we must find the shortest route
to Pumperdink. Let-me-see!" Kabumpo flapped
his big ears and blinked across the valley.
	"Since you know so much about the Winkie country,
that surely will not be difficult," teased Jinnicky,
folding his hands complacently.
	"Oh, dear!" thought Randy, as Kabumpo glared
over his shoulder at the little Jinn, "I do wish they'd
stop snapping at each other this way. They're both
so nice separately. Why can't they be nice together?"
To save the Elegant Elephant's honor and reputation,
he began to peer around anxiously for signs
of a road or highway. But as far as he could see
there were nothing but plains, hills and forests. Not
a road, nor a house, nor even a castle! As Kabumpo
swayed uncertainly from left to right, Jinnicky
leaned forward and touched Randy on the shoulder.
	"Just hand me my red glasses, will you?" he muttered
hurriedly. Randy had put the Jinn's silver bell
and glasses in his pocket and now, without thinking
much about it, he handed Jinnicky his specs. Clapping
them on his nose, Jinnicky clambered down the
rope ladder and began hurrying as fast as his fat
little feet would carry him toward a deep and dangerous looking forest.
	"Stop! What are you doing? Where are you
going?" roared Kabumpo, lunging angrily after him.
Much as the Red Jinn annoyed him, he did not
intend to let him get away at this stage of the journey.
"Come back! Come back!" he trumpeted
loudly. "Do you want to ruin your shoes?" he puffed,
as he caught up with the strange little figure.
	"No, not especially," answered the Jinn, squinting
over his shoulder at the Elegant Elephant. "I'm
looking for the road to Pumperdink and this is the
only way to find it."
	"How do you expect to find the road when you
know nothing of this part of the country?" inquired
Kabumpo sarcastically.
	"I expect to find it with the help of these looking
glasses," announced Jinnicky, tapping his red specs
proudly. "They will look for anything I ask them to
look for. See?" And elevating his little red nose,
the Jinn ran determinedly on into the forest.
	"M-mm! They must be magic glasses," breathed
Randy, leaning forward eagerly.
	"Well, all I say is-if he has to walk all the way
to Pumperdink, he'll never get there and neither will
we." Kabumpo spoke with conviction. "Look, he's
tired already. Look at the old goose, will you?"
Randy had to agree that Kabumpo was right, for
Jinnicky had taken off his glasses and was leaning
against a yellow oak fanning himself with his lid.
	"Maybe he'll lend them to me," whispered Randy,
as Kabumpo stopped beside the oak.
	"What good will that do?" sighed the Elegant Elephant.
"You can't walk much faster than he can.
I am the one who should wear them."
	"What's that?" asked Jinnicky, replacing his lid
and glancing wearily up at Kabumpo.
	"I said I was the one who should wear the looking
glasses," repeated Kabumpo calmly. "I can travel
twenty times as fast as you can and at this rate we'll
never get anywhere."
	"Just what I was thinking," sniffed Jinnicky, much
to Randy's surprise, for he always expected an argument
when Kabumpo and the Jinn got into a conversation.
	"But they won't fit," exclaimed Randy.
	"My looking glasses will fit anyone, even an elephant,"
boasted Jinnicky, and before Kabumpo could
change his mind or make any more remarks, he
flung the red spectacles at his head. Instead of
smashing to bits they sailed over the Elegant Elephant's
great ears and settled quietly on his trunk,
and unless you have ever seen an elephant wearing
red looking glasses you have no idea how comical
Kabumpo looked.
	"Get aboard! Hurry up!" he wheezed excitedly,
speaking out of the corner of his mouth. "They're
beginning to tug me along like a magnet. Up with
you! Quick, or you'll be left behind. Great grump,
wherever am I going?" Jinnicky had just time to
seize the first rung of the rope ladder before Kabumpo
started running like the wind through the
yellow forest. Grasping Jinnicky's hand, Randy
helped him to his seat and soon they were speeding
along so swiftly that the trees flashed by like telegraph
poles when you ride in an express train. On
the other side of the forest, the looking glasses had
a little difficulty deciding which way to go; consequently
the speed of the Elegant Elephant slackened
down to a more comfortable pace.
	"Whew!" whistled Randy, rubbing his eye with
one hand and hanging on tight with the other. Then,
glancing ahead, he gave a terrible start. A monster
twice as large as Kabumpo, with a rhinoceros' head
and a dragon's body, stood gnashing its tusks directly
in their path.
	"Stop!" quavered Jinnicky, waving his umbrella
wildly.
	"Stop!" begged Randy tugging at Kabumpo's ear.
But Kabumpo, if he heard them, gave no heed, quickening
his pace, if anything, so that it seemed to poor
Randy that they were rushing right into the jaws of
destruction, as, indeed they were. Clasping his small
sword desperately, he was wondering what in Oz to
do when Jinnicky, muttering and spluttering,
crawled hurriedly past him and snatched the red
looking glasses off Kabumpo's trunk. No sooner had
he done so than Kabumpo stopped just in time to
keep from impaling himself with the monster's horn,
but not in time for Randy. The jolt of their sudden
halt sent the boy flying into the air. With his sword
clasped in both hands, he described a perfect arc and
came crashing down on the horrible creature's neck.
There was a cough, choke and gurgle-Randy had
just presence of mind enough to pull out his sword
and jump aside when the monster rolled over on its
back and lay still.
	"Bravo! Bravo!" shrilled Jinnicky, waving his umbrella,
while Kabumpo's eyes popped out with pride
and admiration. "You have saved all our lives, my
lad, and overcome the most formidable combinoceros
I've ever had the misfortune to meet or lay eyes on!"
Fairly tumbling down the ladder, the Red Jinn
clasped Randy to his jar, showering him with praises
and congratulations.
	"Are you all right?" demanded Kabumpo anxiously,
when Jinnicky finally let him go. "Great grump,
what kind of rinkety-rank looking glasses are those?
Couldn't stop till you dragged them off. They're dangerous,
frightfully dangerous, that's what they are!"
Jinnicky nodded soberly.
	"That's why I didn't wear them when we first
started," he explained quickly. "They would have
rushed us right onto the Deadly Desert. One must
wear my red looking glasses with very great care - very great care."
	"I'm not sure I wish to wear them at all," shuddered
Kabumpo, walking stiffly around the fallen
monster. "Look at that horn! The King shall hear
of this, my boy. You shall have twelve new suits
and a velvet cloak when we reach Pumperdink."
	Randy, who had destroyed the combinoceros more
by good luck than good swordsmanship, tried to explain
how he had fallen with his sword pointed downward
on the animal's neck. But neither Jinnicky nor
Kabumpo would listen to him, so he finally gave up
and basked as any boy would in their expressions
of pride and approval.
	"How long will it lie here?" he asked, curiously
touching the great beast with his foot. In any country
but Oz, the monster would have been utterly dead
and done for, but in Oz, there is no death. People
and animals can be overcome for a time but not
forever, so Randy felt a little uneasy.
	"Well, I hope it does not recover in my lifetime,"
chuckled Jinnicky, climbing back to his comfortable
seat "and to be on the safe side, let us depart, get
hence, and go forward!"
	"The only safe side of that creature is the other
side," rumbled Kabumpo distastefully. "The further
we are from something worse, the nearer we are to
something better."
	"Har, har, har!" laughed Jinnicky, and when Kabumpo
had put three hills and a little wood between
them and the combinoceros, he called out cheerfully:
	"How about dinner? The sun's going down and
while we can still find our mouths we'd better eat."
	"But what shall we eat?" asked Randy, looking
rather resentfully at the baskets of jugs and bottles
that could so well have carried sandwiches and fruit.
	"Just hand me my silver bell," directed the Jinn,
with a broad wink. "Hand me the bell and all will be
well !" Pulling the bell from his pocket, Randy passed
it back to Jinnicky, and Jinnicky, with a mischievous
smile, rang it three times.

CHAPTER 14

King, King, Double King!

THE silvery note of the dinner bell had barely
sounded before a small, turbaned slave flashed
down from nowhere and set a well ordered dinner
tray on the arm of Jinnicky's seat. Smiling amiably,
he vanished but reappeared almost instantly, for the
Red Jinn had rung the bell again. This time the
little fellow brought a dinner for Randy and setting
the tray carefully between Kabumpo's ears vanished
away before the boy had time to thank him.
	"Fall to," directed Jinnicky, as Randy stared in a
dazed fashion at the appetizing array.
	"Well, how about me?" shrilled Kabumpo, looking
indignantly over his shoulder. "Am I to stand here
and twiddle my trunk while you gorge yourselves on
magic viands? What am I to eat and when?" Instead
of answering, Jinnicky picked up his tray and
motioning for Randy to follow backed carefully down
the ladder. Then, placing his dinner on a flat rock,
he turned and handed Kabumpo the looking glasses.
	"Just put these on and go look for an elephant
dinner," he advised jovially. "But be careful, terribly,
dreadfully careful!" Remember the cornbinoceros!"
The Elegant Elephant swayed doubtfully
to and fro and then, as he really was starving,
he clapped on the red specs and disappeared at a
gallop.
	"Now we can dine in quiet and peace," murmured
Jinnicky, seating himself picnic fashion on the
ground. "A handy thing, my magic dinner bell, eh,
my lad?" Randy nodded, his mouth too full of roast
duck to speak.
	"I did have two of these dinner bells," went on
Jinnicky, between rapid bites of biscuit, "but one
was stolen and fell into the hands of a countryman
of yours-Jack Pumpkinhead, I think he called himself."
	"The Pumpkinhead who lives near the Emerald
City?" asked Randy, in surprise. Jinnicky nodded
his head vigorously. "The very same. Finding him-
self in some dire difficulty, this Jack fellow rang the
bell, seized Ginger's hand when he appeared with
the dinner tray and came back with him to my
palace. So you see, you are not the only people who
have appealed to me for help."
	"Did you help Jack?" inquired Randy, with an interested
little sniff.
	"Yes," admitted the Jinn, slowly sipping his tea,
"I saved three of his comrades from a magic sack,
though I did not hear how it all turned out till a year
later. That meddling little Wizard of Oz mixed his
magic with mine and completely spoiled the affair
for me."
	"Well, I hope nobody meddles with your magic this
time," sighed Randy, popping a large strawberry
into his mouth and crunching it up with great relish.
	"Kabumpo has all my magic at the present
moment," mused Jinnicky a bit thoughtfully.
	"Say, I hope nothing happens to Kabumpo!" Suddenly remembering that the Elegant Elephant wore
the red looking glasses, Randy looked anxiously over
at the Jinn. "Your specs may get him in trouble!"
	"But he's not looking for trouble," observed
Jinnicky calmly, "he's looking for dinner. Shall I
ring for more duck, my boy?" Randy shook his head,
for he could not possibly have eaten another bite.
As he jumped up to look around for Kabumpo both
trays and dishes vanished into thin air and the Red
Jinn, leaning back against a turnip tree, closed his
eyes and began to hum an old Ev ballad. Randy had
not gone more than a dozen steps nor the Jinn
reached more than the second stanza before Kabumpo
hove hilariously into view. Hay was sticking
to him everywhere and he had evidently dined with
more gusto than elegance. The looking glasses had
led him directly to a farmer's granary and after
eating several buckets of oats, bran and corn he
had finished off with a stack of hay and almost pleasantly
he took off the red spectacles and returned
them to the Jinn.
	"Did you see any cities or towns ahead?" asked
Randy, picking the strands of hay off Kabumpo's
jeweled collar and headpiece. "Did you find anything
besides oats and beans?"
	"There's a city on the other side of that second
hill," announced Kabumpo importantly. "And if we
hurry we might reach it before dark." So Jinnicky
joyfully climbed into his high seat on Kabumpo's
back, Randy ran up his trunk and off they started
at the Elegant Elephant's best pace, reaching the
top of the hill in almost no time. On top of the second
hill they saw a shining yellow city. The houses
were of smooth yellow stone with golden roofs.
Splendid twin castles with golden spires stood above
the cluster of cottages and shops, and the last rays
of the setting sun touched the castle towers and
golden roofs with such a dazzling light that it seemed
almost as if the city were afire. Blinking approval,
for he loved all grandeur, Kabumpo started energetically
toward the second hill and had got about
half way up, when a great band of musicians
marched through the city gates and came down to
meet them, playing such a lively air that it was all
the Elegant Elephant could do to keep from dancing.
	"They quite evidently take us for people of importance,"
said Jinnicky, setting his lid at a more
stylish angle and dusting off his jar with a red silk
handkerchief.
	"And quite right, too," answered Kabumpo, tossing
his head proudly. "We are people of great importance."
	"To ourselves!" chuckled Jinnicky, to Randy's
great amusement. "And this night I shall treat them
to my most elegant snores." Kabumpo, pretending
not to hear the Jinn's last remark, lifted his trunk
in a grand salute as the leader of the golden band
halted directly in their path. The musicians carried
simply tremendous horns and flutes and wore striking
uniforms and caps of white and yellow. That
was the last thing Randy remembered. For, lifting
his baton, the bandmaster gave a signal to his men,
and with such a blare of trumpets that the Jinn's red
hair stood straight on end carrying his lid up with
it, the horns shot out fifteen feet (for they were of
a trick and sliding variety) and knocked the travelers
perfectly senseless-at least two of them.
	One horn hit the Elegant Elephant such a blow between
the eyes that he nearly fell to his knees; another
shot between his ears and rolled Randy to the
ground. Jinnicky, because he was farthest back, escaped. Snatching at the left hand basket, he pulled
out a blue bottle and then drew in his head, arms
and legs, so that when the rude and boisterous bandsmen approached to drag their captives into the city,
the Red Jinn appeared to be nothing but a huge red
jar. Thinking the jar must contain some mysterious
treasure or jewels, the musicians lifted it carefully
from Kabumpo's back and dispatched it by two drummers
into the town. Randy had struck his head
against a stone and lay perfectly senseless in the
road. Tossing him carelessly into Jinnicky's seat the
bandsmen tied a rope around Kabumpo's trunk and
began to pull and drag him up the hill. Had the
Elegant Elephant not been dazed and half blinded
by the trumpet blow, he might have resisted, but
scarcely knowing what he was doing or where he
was going, he plodded dully after his captors. As the
procession passed through the city gates, Randy
came to, and rubbing his eyes looked dizzily around
him. And well he might for the yellow city and its
strange inhabitants were almost too ridiculous to
believe.
	"Am I seeing double, or what?" mumbled the boy,
shaking his head, which still throbbed from the terrible fall.
	"Double Up, and not What!" snapped the leader of
tie yellow band grimly. "This is Double Up, the famous
city of the Doublemen." And doubling up his
fists the bandmaster seemed daring Randy to dispute
the matter. Randy, however, was too startled
to speak again, for the bandmaster, his fellow musicians
and all the people in Double Up, were twofaced.
Imagine! They had no backs at all, so that
no matter how they turned they were always facing
him. It was dreadfully confusing when a Doubleman
spoke, for both his faces talked at once and what
one said the other contradicted, so there was no
sense at all to the conversation.
	"Knock the boy off the elephant!" shouted the
bandmaster, with one face. "Take him to the King,"
advised the other, at which all the rest of the Doubles
joined in and made such a racket that Randy could
not discover what was to be done with him. He
looked around anxiously for Jinnicky and seeing no
sign of him tried to reach one of the Jinn's baskets.
But as his fingers touched the handle the top jars
and jugs cried out shrilly: "Master! Master!" and
Randy, quivering with astonishment, drew back his
hand. Fortunately the Doubles were making such
a noise they did not hear the weird cries.
	Crouching down among the cushions, wondering
what in Oz had come over Kabumpo, who was moving
along like a creature in a dream, Randy waited
tensely for something to happen. As he had not
been knocked off, he concluded they were taking him
to the King, and in this he was right, for they were
now passing along a broad avenue lined with a double
row of yellow pear trees toward the tidy twin castles.
Everything in Double Up was double, the houses
were double, the windows and doors in the houses
were double, the double-faced citizens walked stiffly
in pairs and by the time Randy reached the double
gates of the castle he was seeing everything double
and was so giddy that he made no resistance whatever
when he was rudely jerked off Kabumpo's back.
But he did give a little scream of indignation as the
Elegant Elephant was pushed, banged and driven
through another double gateway. Why didn't
Kabumpo turn around and trample on them? Randy
himself, hustled roughly through the double doors
of the castle, just could not understand it. Only the
bandmaster accompanied him to the big double
throne room. The Double King was sitting on his
throne eating a pear, or rather two pears, and the
bandmaster bowed first to one side of the King and
then to the other. As he did so the King gave Randy
a couple of mean looks.
	"So you captured them?" muttered his Majesty's
first face. "That elephant will be good for log rolling,"
observed his Majesty's second face. "I wonder
to whom he belongs?"
	"King, King, Double Ring, they'll never get him
back again," chortled the bandmaster with one
mouth. "The boy will make a good boot black,"
sneered the other. "This is his impairious Highness
King Too Too the Second, King, King, and Double
King. Bow to your new sovereign." Jerking Randy
by the arm and seeing that he was not going to bow,
the bandmaster gave him a blow that sent him
sprawling at the Double King's feet. It was all like
some horrible nightmare and when Randy jumped
up in a fury and threw himself upon his two-faced
Majesty, he was soon overpowered by a Double Up
guard and shaken into silence.
	"Bring him to the dining hall while we dine, but
give him nothing," commanded the Double King,
with one mouth while he finished both pears with
the other. "After dinner, we will break open that red
jug." At these awful words and knowing they referred to Jinnicky, Randy pricked up his ears and
as the Double King, followed by a double line of
Double Courtiers, began to move slowly toward the
dining hall, Randy tried desperately to think of some
way to help himself and his luckless companions.
The dining hall was long and elegant, with two beautifully set tables in the exact center. And Randy
soon discovered why this was. Standing in a corner,
watched over by the surly guard, the boy could not
help feeling interested in the Double King's dinner.
It took a long time, for the Doubles, having two
mouths to feed, had to eat twice as much as an ordinary person. So, to begin with, they seated themselves at the first table and ate noisily and heartily;
then, turning around, they seated themselves at the
second table and gave the other side of their faces
a chance.
	"It must be pretty expensive to be a Double," reflected Randy, "and a great nuisance, too." On the
whole he was glad he had only one face to wash,
though eyes in the back of one's head would be
handy things at times. Thanks to the magic dinner
he had eaten with Jinnicky he was not bothered at
all by the Double King's double feast. But he was
tired of standing and felt a real relief when the King
at last finished and started back to the throne room.
	"Perhaps," thought Randy, as he was pulled along
roughly by the Double Guard, "perhaps I'll think of
some way to save Jinnicky when the time comes."
But alas, he was to have no such opportunity. For
no sooner had the King-King reached his throne than
he cried out in a couple of very fierce voices.
	"Take that boy to the dungeon and if he gives any
trouble just chop off his head! Chop off his head!"
	"Twice?" inquired the guard out of the corner of
one of his mouths.
	"Once!" shrieked the King at the top of both of
his voices.
	"But your Highness said once twice and twice once
are twice," argued the guard stubbornly. Randy was
so mixed up by this time that he could think of nothing
to do or say at all and while the Doubles laughed
and roared spitefully he was ignominiously dragged
from the Double King's presence. The dungeon to
which Randy was taken was exceedingly dark and
dismal and as the double doors clanged shut and the
double bolts shot into place, his heart sank to the
bottom of his boots. How ever could he get out or
find a way to help Jinnicky and Kabumpo. Two candles
burned in a double candlestick on the rickety
table, and flinging himself sadly on a heap of straw
in the corner of the dungeon, Randy lay looking at
their wavering flames, trying to plan some way to
escape. But he was so worn out and weary from
all the adventures and curious experiences of the day
that, in spite of his discomfort and terrible anxiety,
he soon fell into an uneasy and troubled slumber.


CHAPTER 15

Escape from Double Up

ALIGHT touch on the arm wakened Randy. The
candles had burned out and it was quite dark
in the dungeon.
	"It's morning," whispered a cautious voice. "Come,
take my hand and we'll soon be away from these
double dealing dodos."
	"Why, Jinnicky!" gasped the boy. "How did you
ever find me? How can it be morning when it's so
dark, and how are we to get past the guards?"
	"Hold on to me and you'll soon see," chuckled
Jinnicky in his jolly voice, and seizing Randy's arm
hurried him out of the dungeon up a long flight of
steps and finally into the great double kitchen of
Too Too's castle. The light made Randy blink and
dropping into the double cook's chair he took a long,
deep breath. Sure enough, it was morning, and the
fresh May breeze coming in through the double windows
seemed perfectly delicious after the stifling
air below. With a big sigh of relief Randy noted that
Jinnicky's jar was not broken. Indeed, the Red Jinn
looked shinier, saucier and more mischievous than
ever.
	"What happened?" begged Randy, as Jinnicky took
off his red looking glasses and slipped them into his
wide sleeve.
	"Come and see, my mercy me!" With scarcely
concealed merriment the little Jinn pattered toward
Too Too's throne room. But even before they reached
that spacious and elegant apartment, Randy saw the
Double King's retainers doubled up in every direction,
on the stairs, along the corridors and in every
room and corner. Apparently they were fast asleep,
and stepping softly, so as not to waken them, Randy
hurried after Jinnicky. Not till he had seated himself
on Too Too's throne did the Red Jinn reveal what
had really taken place. Here, with his feet resting
comfortably on the Double King's prostrate form,
with fallen Doubles lying in heaps and mounds
around them, Jinnicky began his story. The King
and his subjects had passed nearly the whole night
celebrating their victory over the travelers. Shut up
in his jar Jinnicky had listened to long double
speeches, double duets and the thunderous banging
and tooting of the Doublemen's band. Toward morning
Too Too, wearying of the clamor, decided to investigate
the contents of the red jug.
	"And then," murmured Jinnicky, leaning back
with half closed eyes, "then I knew my turn had
come. At the first touch on my lid I stuck up my
head and so frightened Too Too that he fell over
backwards, or rather frontwards, for he has, as you
know, no back at all, and while his courtiers and musicians
gaped with amazement I flung the contents
of my blue bottle high into the air calling:

'Joonicky, Jonicky, Jornicky Junnicky I
Incense, blue incense, subdue everyoneicky.'"


	"And it did, didn't it?" marveled Randy.
	"Well, it certainly made them more sensible,"
agreed Jinnicky, looking around the throne room
with quiet satisfaction. "Some people, my boy, are
only sensible when they are insensible and while my
blue incense still keeps them so, let us depart and
shake the dust of this double dealing city from our
doublets."
	"But I don't see why you did not throw the incense
when we first met them?" puzzled Randy, thinking
of his uncomfortable night in the dungeon.
	"Blue incense only works after three o'clock in the
morning," answered Jinnicky mysteriously. "That's
why I had to wait, but as soon as it did take effect
I put on my looking glasses and started to hunt you.
It took me a long time to unbar that dungeon, but
here you are and here I am. I suppose they did away
with our fat friend?" he finished inquiringly.
	Jinnicky tried to keep his voice indifferent and
casual when he referred to Kabumpo, but Randy,
with a little smile, saw the worried frown on his
round little face.
	"I believe he likes Kabumpo as much as I do,"
thought Randy, with a little sniff of satisfaction, and
he quickly told the Jinn how the Elegant Elephant
had been driven into the courtyard of the castle.
	"Well," said Jinnicky, putting on his red glasses
again, "in that case we might as well look around
for the old gaboscis. He has all my magic, you
know."
	Rolling off the throne Jinnicky stepped carelessly
over Too Too and, followed by Randy, marched resolutely
from the yellow castle. The looking glasses
led them to the meanest and smallest end of the
courtyard. There they finally found Kabumpo,
penned up in a log enclosure. Soon after he had been
shut up the Elegant Elephant had recovered from the
trumpet blow and had thumped and bumped against
the logs till he was black and blue and trumpeted
till he was too hoarse to make another sound. Then,
like Randy in his dungeon, he had given up and fallen
into a heavy slumber. When the Red Jinn and the
mountain boy reached the enclosure he was already
awake and banging and pushing furiously against
the logs. Calling to him reassuringly, Randy after
some difficulty, unbarred the door and the next minute
the three adventurers were reunited.
	Kabumpo had a huge lump between his eyes and
the robe made from Nandywog's silk handkerchiefs
was frayed and torn beyond recognition. He listened
in a lofty and bored silence while the Red Jinn explained
how he had overcome their enemies, thanked
him gruffly for his trouble and suggested that they
leave for other parts at once. This suited Randy and
Jinnicky exactly and climbing thankfully aloft they
begged him to start at once. So as not to waste any
time Kabumpo put on the looking glasses and directing
them to take him to Pumperdink, left the city
of Double Up at a double quick pace, trumpeting
with scorn as he swung through the double gates of
the hateful city. Jinnicky, after peeping into both
wicker baskets to make sure all his jugs and bottles
were safe, settled back contentedly among his cushions.
	"The thing to do," he concluded cheerfully, "is to
profit by our mistakes. Now take that welcome band.
That was quite an idea and took us completely by
surprise. I'd expect horns on a wild animal to be
dangerous, but horns in a band, never. We looked
for music and instead received blows. Altogether a
noteworthy victory for the enemy, which we might
sum up by saying: 'Lively blows were struck by the
enemy and as the invaders could not beat their band
they were forthwith taken and dragged into the city.'

"For who'd expect a sliding flute
To up and rap you on the snoot?"

	Jinnicky looked so comical chanting his ridiculous
verses that Randy burst out laughing, but Kabumpo
was still mad.
	"Stop it! Stop it," he shouted violently, "or I'll
take off these glasses and not go another step." The
lump on his forehead was the only reminder he
wanted of their wretched encounter with the double
band. He could not yet understand how the fellows
had got the best of him and the poor figure he had
cut in the affair made him feel perfectly savage.
	"Notwithstanding and nevertheless," continued
Jinnicky in a low voice to Randy, "I've a mind to
equip my army with shooting horns, disguise them
as musicians and outwit all my enemies."
	"Have you any of that blue incense left?" asked
Randy, after agreeing that Jinnicky's idea might be
a good thing. The incense seemed a handy weapon
on a journey as perilous as this.
	"Plenty," smiled the Red Jinn, nodding his head
gaily. "In those baskets, my lad, I believe I have a
cure for any emergency."
	"Do you have anything to keep you from talking
all the time?" snapped Kabumpo disagreeably.
	"Even that! Even that, my dear El!" Imperturbed,
Jinnicky drew out his silver bell and rang
it briskly three times. "Nothing like food for keeping
a body from talking," he observed slyly, as the
turbaned slave set down appetizing trays before him
and Randy. "Bacon, eggs, waffles and honey. My
mercy me! What a treat!"
	"Shut up!" rumbled Kabumpo, pounding sullenly
down the hill. And while Randy and Jinnicky break-
fasted heartily from the magic trays, the Elegant
Elephant snatched savage bites from the trees and
bushes. But as the morning wore on Kabumpo's ill
temper wore off. They had soon reached the foot
of the hill and following the tug of the Jinn's glasses
the Elegant Elephant was making his way through
a small, pleasant wood. The trees were just far
enough apart for comfort and the air was so fragrant
and delicious that Kabumpo began to forget
his unpleasant experiences in Double Up.
	"We should reach the Gilliken Country any minute
now," he called back to Randy. "There's the
Winkie River just ahead and that will bring us quite
near the border."
	"Say, won't Kettywig be surprised when we march
into the castle?" exulted Randy, standing up to get
a glimpse of the river. "And won't Faleero be furious?
Are you sure you can restore the King and the
others, Jinnicky?"
	"Reasonably so, reasonably so," murmured the
Red Jinn, shaking his head like a little china mandarin,
and he proceeded to give Randy a lively lecture
on red magic, its causes and principal effects.
While they were talking Kabumpo had stepped out
of the wood and seeing a broad, tumbling river before
them, Jinnicky hurriedly crawled past randy
and snatched the looking glasses off Kabumpo's
trunk.
	"No use swimming so early in the day," smiled
Jinnicky, holding on to Kabumpo's ear to steady
himself.
	"That's so!" puffed Kabumpo, coming to a stop on
the brink of the river. "I expect those specs would
have pulled me in, ears over hind quarters. But if
I don't swim, how are we to get across?" Jinnicky,
handing the looking glasses to Randy, began rummaging
in the left hand wicker basket. Bringing up
a green flower pot containing a small plant, he flung
it carelessly over Kabumpo's head. The flower pot,
striking on a stone, broke into a hundred fragments
and while Kabumpo and Randy looked on in amazement
a tremendous green spruce sprang up, growing
like a magic bean stalk before their eyes. Randy
was wondering what good a tree would do them,
when the spruce, as if cut down by a mighty and
invisible ax, fell crashing across the stream.
	"There you are! There you are!" Snapping his
fingers joyfully Randy crawled back to his seat and
Kabumpo, with a snort of approval, stepped out on
the trunk. In spite of his huge size and great weight,
Kabumpo was sure-footed and fearless and without
mishap or misstep crossed the river safely on the
magic bridge.
	"A tree-mendously successful idea," chuckled the
Jinn, handing Kabumpo the red looking glasses:
"The river's behind us, the broad plain before;
To-morrow will find us at Pumperdink's door."
	"What else have you in those baskets?" asked
Randy curiously.
	"Well, here's a cooky jar that's always full and a
water pitcher that's never empty," answered Jinnicky,
diving into the right hand basket, "so let us
refresh ourselves. How about a cooky, El? How
about a cooky?" Jinnicky wagged his finger roguishly
at Kabumpo, who was looking over his shoulder
to see what the Jinn had taken out of his baskets.
	"One cooky is about as much good to an elephant
as one bullet to an army," sniffed Kabumpo scornfully.
	"But wait-" laughed the Jinn, and hurrying out
on Kabumpo's head, he tilted the cooky jar so that
a perfect cascade of crisp, toothsome wafers poured
down the elephant's trunk. Now if there was one
thing Kabumpo liked better than peanuts it was
cookies and while he tossed down dozen after dozen,
Jinnicky and Randy refreshed themselves from the
black pitcher and ate a heap of the cookies themselves.
Kabumpo, after downing two hundred and
fifty, quenched his thirst in the Winkie River, adjusted
the red looking glasses and once more turned
his face toward the west. To tell the truth, he was
homesick for a sight of the castle and his own quiet
and comfortable quarters. He missed his white
marble bath and his hundred and ten robes and
cloaks of silk and velvet. Traveling was all very well,
but for the present, Kabumpo had had quite enough
of it. So the Red Jinn's looking glasses, fast as they
drew him along, could not go too fast for the Elegant
Elephant. And when, about three o'clock, he stepped
from the yellow country into the purple dominions of
the Gillikens, he gave a long low whistle of relief and
satisfaction.

CHAPTER 16

Meanwhile, in Pumperdink

NOW, while Kabumpo and Randy had been traveling
rapidly in three directions to help them,
the Pumperdinkians, under the rule of Faleero and
Kettywig were having a blue and dismal time of it.
Soon after the wedding, which had been celebrated
with great haste and magnificence, Faleero's vindictive
and spiteful nature began to assert itself. Too
old, stiff and crotchety to enjoy any fun or pleasure
herself, she immediately passed laws against all
kinds of amusement. No singing, music or dancing
was permitted in Pumperdink. Games were strictly
forbidden; even the children's hoops, marbles and
balls were confiscated by the guards and two small
boys caught flying kites in the courtyard were dipped
three times in the purple well.
	Everybody was dipped sooner or later and the
chains operating the huge well bucket clanked dismally
all day long. Grandfathers and uncles who
craved a little relaxation had to retire to their cellars
for a quiet game of checkers or chess. Everything
was against the law and the law was against
everything. Any one caught laughing on the King's
Highway was thrown into prison for a week and with
sad, dolorous faces the usually gay and carefree citizens
tip-toed cautiously about their business. Kettywig,
who had meant to rule the kingdom himself and
lead a life of ease and jollity, bitterly regretted his
bargain with the wicked old fairy. Faleero would
allow him to have nothing to say about affairs of
state and bullied, scolded and cuffed him from morning
till night. She took away his pipe and fed him
on oatmeal and weak tea, her own favorite diet, and
when Kettywig timidly suggested that they have
roast beef and ice cream on Wednesdays, she flew
into a passion and had him locked securely in the
tower.
	Faleero had never really cared for Kettywig and
with him so conveniently put out of the way she proceeded
to govern Pumperdink as she pleased. Closely
attended by her three ancient ladies in waiting,
she stamped furiously about the palace giving her ill-
natured commands and terrifying courtiers and servants
alike. No one dared to defy the false Queen,
for on her first day in the palace she had turned the
cook to a cocoanut and had him baked in a pie. Fearful
of her temper and her magic, the poor Pumperdinkians
kept out of Faleero's way whenever possible
and longed heartily for the old happy days under
King Pompus and Queen Pozy Pink.
	The disappearance of the Elegant Elephant was the
only ray of cheer in all those gloomy times. Each
loyal subject of the old King felt that Kabumpo had
gone for help and would some day return to save
them. Every night the guardsmen gathered in a distant
corner of the royal gardens and tried to devise
some way to seize and subdue their terrible Queen.
But at the slightest sign of insurrection Faleero re-
sorted to magic and after four of the guards had
been turned to stone, the others sadly gave up the
attempt.
	All but General Quakes. Indignation and fury
burned in his tempery but honest breast and one
night, after all his comrades had retired, he put on
his best uniform, buckled on his largest sword and
marched determinedly out of the city. Taking much
the same direction Kabumpo had traveled, he set his
face toward the Emerald City, determined to seek
and obtain aid from Ozma herself. By some good
fortune he skirted the River Road that had carried
the Elegant Elephant so far out of his way and
without any serious mishaps or encounters, reached
the capital in safety-but only to discover that Ozma,
the Wizard of Oz and the most famous and important
of her advisers had gone to the castle of Glinda
the Good Sorceress, who was celebrating her hundredth
anniversary as Ruler of the South. And while
the servants in the castle and the citizens themselves
showed General Quakes every courtesy and listened
with great sympathy to his story of the disasters in
Pumperdink, they could do nothing at all to help him.
	So there was nothing for the General to do but
march on to the south. He was dreadfully tired and
footsore, but it took more than that to discourage
this doughty patriot and after resting one night in
Ozma's palace, he borrowed a tremendous pair of
boots from the Soldier with Green Whiskers-his
own being perfectly worn out-and set boldly out
for Glinda's Red Castle.

CHAPTER 17

Ozwoz the Wonderful

ONCE he had crossed into his own country,
Kabumpo cheered up tremendously. Had he
not successfully carried out his plans for saving the
kingdom? On his back rode the famous Red Jinn
of Ev, whose magic was ten times more powerful
than the magic of Faleero. Before another day
passed, Pumperdink would be restored to its rightful
rulers and he, the Elegant Elephant of Oz, fittingly
rewarded for his enterprise and bravery in
bringing about the disenchantment of its sovereigns.
He would put in a few good words for Randy, too,
for surely the boy had proved himself on this journey.
He would engage another attendant and Randy
should henceforth be his friend and companion, free
to go and come as he wished. Looking back at the
handsome young mountaineer, Kabumpo gave him an
affectionate wink and breaking into an old Gilliken
ballad, sung, it must be confessed, through his trunk,
swung cheerfully along the purple highway.
	Jinnicky had retired into his jar for his afternoon
nap, and Randy, resting comfortably against Jinnicky's
wicker seat, was speculating upon the further
contents of the wizard's baskets. He was not paying
much attention to the scenery and when Kabumpo,
with a snort of displeasure, suddenly snatched off
Jinnicky's red looking glasses, Randy leaped anxiously
to his feet to see what had happened. Nothing,
he discovered, had happened yet, but from what
he saw, something was about to happen, something
highly unpleasant and disastrous. The highway, cutting
through a small wood, had come out and quite
suddenly ended on the edge of a broad plain. Marching
in level rows across the plain came an army of
stiff and enormous soldiers each standing twice as
high as an ordinary Oz man.
	"Jinnicky! Jinnicky! Wake up!" Pounding on
Jinnicky's jar with the handle of his sword, Randy
looked wildly over his shoulder. Kabumpo, thrusting
the looking glasses in his pocket snatched up a
tree by the roots and trumpeting like a steamboat
whistle, prepared to defend himself. Wakened by
Randy's taps and Kabumpo's furious snorting, Jinnicky
stuck up his head. His sleepy eyes snapped
wide open at sight of the advancing foe.
	"My mercy me!" puffed the little Jinn, bounding
out of his seat and grabbing the handle of his left
hand basket. "Another war? So soon? These military
receptions are making me nervous, preserve us."
Fumbling in the basket as he talked, Jinnicky
dragged out his blue bottle, and though there was
still quite a distance between, uncorked the incense
and hurled it into the midst of the marching men.
"Lucky this works in the daytime," he panted, catching
hold of Randy to steady himself.
	"But it isn't!" shrilled Randy, clutching Jinnicky
firmly around the waist. "They're still coming, they're
aiming their guns. Great Gillikens, they're going to
fire!" Dropping on his stomach, Randy pulled Jinnicky
down beside him, and rolling over and over
till he could reach his right hand basket, the Red
Jinn pulled out a large blue vase and tossed it high
into the air. The soldiers, squinting sternly along
their gun barrels, were now so close that Randy
could count the wooden buttons on their uniforms.
But just as the guns with a thousand deafening
bangs went off, the blue vase, expanding to enormous
dimensions, swooped down over Kabumpo and his
companions, covering and enclosing them completely.
Bullets pattered like hail stones on the sides of
their strange refuge and peering through the milky
blue glass, Randy saw the soldiers charging in waves
and columns and piling up in heaps around the base.
	"How long will this jug hold together?" wheezed
Kabumpo, pressing his trunk against the sides. "You
know, there's something extremely funny about this
army, fellows, something strange, odd, not to say
peculiar."
	"I agree with you," muttered Jinnicky, wiping off
his red face with a bright silk handkerchief. "They
are not real soldiers, or my blue incense would have
rendered them insensible. A fortunate thing I had
my expanding vase along. Otherwise we should have
been shot and trampled to blotting paper."
	"Not before I'd mowed down a few rows," sniffed
the Elegant Elephant a bit resentfully. "What was
the big hurry anyway?"
	"You can't argue with bullets, my dear El." Jinnicky
spoke kindly but firmly. "And here we will
stay till they disperse, retreat and march back where
they came from.
	"They're beginning to move off now," volunteered
Randy, who had slid to the ground and was looking
intently through the glass. "All but the ones who
have fallen."
	"Well, why don't they pick themselves up?" scoffed
Kabumpo. "Nobody shot them."
	"Because-they are wood!" announced Randy,
after a long, incredulous stare. "I can see them
quite plainly now and they're nothing but wooden
soldiers, Kabumpo."
	"Well, wouldn't that curl your hair?" Pressing
closer to the side of the vase, Kabumpo snapped his
little eyes inquisitively at the retreating army and
their fallen comrades heaped around the base of the
curious stronghold.
	"My mercy me!" puffed Jinnicky, taking out a
small red note book and making excited entries and
notes. "My mercy me! A mechanical army, as I live!
I'm getting lots of ideas on this journey, lads, and a
mechanical army is the best of them all. Conquer
your enemies without loss or inconvenience and when
the troopers wear out their coats and uniforms, just
give them a coat and trousers of paint. Clever, that.
Eh, Randy?"
	"Wonder who owns them," mused the boy, rubbing
his sleeve against the glass so he could see better.
"Look, here comes somebody now!" Stepping briskly
across the plain was a tall, exceedingly fine looking
fellow in a dashing, wide-brimmed hat and long,
sweeping cape. As he came nearer he seemed very
much shocked and surprised at the enormous vase
and its occupants. At a safe distance he viewed it
from all sides.
	"Heave up this jug and I'll shake some sense into
the impudent rascal," rumbled Kabumpo, beginning
to swing his trunk angrily. But Jinnicky had a better
plan. Climbing down the ladder he broke a large
hole in the vase with his red umbrella. Tying a
white handkerchief to the end of the umbrella, he
thrust it through the opening and waited with
scarcely concealed impatience for the enemy to approach.
This the enemy did quite cheerfully, tramping
unconcernedly over his fallen soldiers. For a
long minute the stranger and the Red Jinn regarded
one another but the stranger was the first to speak.
	"I am Ozwoz, the Wonderful," he announced in a
pompous voice. "Who are you?"
	"I am the Red Jinn of Ev," answered Jinnicky,
with dignity.
	"Im-agine!" drawled Ozwoz, stepping back to
have a better look.

"Imagine away, if you must, but take care;
A Jinn who's insulted is dangerous. Beware!"


	"Well, thanks for warning me," yawned Ozwoz,
pushing back his plumed hat in a bored fashion. "I
intended to have my army destroy you utterly, but
since they have failed, let's forget it and talk about
something else.
	"Your manners are atrocious, sir!" Kabumpo, unable
to contain himself any longer, glared at the
cloaked figure. "How dare you try to annihilate innocent travelers?"
	"Oh, are you innocent travelers?" Ozwoz glanced
curiously through the side of the vase at Kabumpo
and Randy, and Randy, crowding close to the Red
Jinn, spoke up boldly.
	"Are you a wizard?" he asked sternly. "If you are,
you're breaking the law and you well know it. The
practice of magic is forbidden in Ox."
	"Aha-but I am a wozard!" answered Ozwoz, with
a superior smile, "And nothing has been said about
wozardry in the laws of the country. But come, let
us cease this useless chatter. Since I have failed
to capture you, let me captivate you. As a host you
will find me amusing and gay and since night draws
on, perhaps you will honor me with your company in
my castle.
	"Don't do it," warned Kabumpo in a hoarse whisper.
"I wouldn't trust him as far as I could fling a
ton of gold bricks." Jinnicky, rubbing his chin
thoughtfully, considered the wozard's invitation.
	"Oh, come on, let's go," begged Randy, who was
burning up with curiosity to know how Ozwoz operated
his mechanical army. "I don't believe he'll
try any more tricks. Besides, Jinnicky has plenty
of magic himself." Ozwoz had walked off a few paces
and stood gazing indifferently at the skyline while
the three travelers made up their minds. When
Jinnicky, after a little argument with Kabumpo,
called out that they would be pleased to accept his
kind invitation, the wozard nodded amiably. Taking
out a small metal instrument, he clicked it seven
times. Instantly the soldiers who had fallen rose up
and at another set of signals from the wozard, faced
about and started to march stiffly toward a small
park ahead. Unhurriedly Ozwoz stalked behind them.
Then Jinnicky, tapping the vase with his umbrella,
dissolved the glass into smoke. He and Randy
mounted the elephant and Kabumpo, very stiff and
disapproving, followed the wozard to his Castle.
	It was a small, cozy castle set in the center of a
neat park. Beside the castle stood a huge wooden
armory and into this the wooden soldiers solemnly
marched themselves. Their comrades were already
in and ranged in rigid rows in the huge barracks.
Taking their proper places in the ranks the newcomers,
after marking time for a few seconds, ceased
all motion and Ozwoz calmly locked them up for the
night. There were two thousand of the wooden warriors
and Jinnicky could scarcely conceal his envy.
	Ozwoz, now that he had given up all idea of destroying
them, proved extremely likeable and friendly
and did everything in his power to amuse them.
While the wozard and Jinnicky discussed magic and
sorcery, Kabumpo and Randy had a swim in the
private pool of the palace. Then, greatly refreshed
and as hungry as bears, they joined the two necromancers
in the spacious dining hall. The wozard's
servants were noiseless and invisible and served the
dinner with such skill and dispatch that Kabumpo
could not help feeling a grudging admiration for
their master. They had thoughtfully supplied him
with crushed raw vegetables and hay and he enjoyed
his dinner quite as much as Randy and Jinnicky enjoyed
the roast chicken and candied vegetables,
strawberries and Ozade. Altogether it was a gay
and memorable evening.
	After dinner Jinnicky did some magic transformations.
These Ozwoz followed with some amazing
tricks of his own and finally, after much arguing and
coaxing, agreed to trade one of his wooden soldiers
for the cooky jar that never was empty. When the
great fellow, in answer to the wozard's summons,
tramped stolidly into their presence, Randy could
hardly contain himself. Ozwoz carefully explained
how he worked. All his troopers, he told them, were
named John and numbered from one to two thousand.
	"Then I hope you have given us a low number,"
laughed Jinnicky, "for how would it be to call 'Forward
march, John One Thousand Nine Hundred and
Ninety-Nine?'" Ozwoz smiled at this and confessed
that the soldier's name was John-one or Johnwan.
The name, Randy decided, suited him very well.
Johnwan's face was round and pleasant with a small
brown painted moustache. His uniform was purple
and white with twenty wooden buttons on the trousers
and coat. A tall shako hat of white fur and
real purple leather boots lent him dignity and importance.
He carried his rifle, a magic, self-loading
and cleaning affair, with careless assurance and
grace and at a double click from the wozard, smartly
saluted his new owners. Johnwan could obey seven
commands. At one click of the starter he marched
forward, at two, he faced about and marched in the
opposite direction. At three, Johnwan halted, at four
he fired off his gun, at five, he seized the enemy in
his arms and held him till wanted. At six, he dropped
his captive and at seven picked himself up if he had
fallen. Even Kabumpo felt that the Red Jinn had
made a good trade. He longed for the moment when
he would march into Pumperdink with the giant
wooden soldier tramping beside him.
	The swim and excellent supper had put the Elegant
Elephant in a high good humor and before long
he was telling Ozwoz the whole curious story of their
adventures, for by this time they had entirely forgiven
and almost forgotten the wozard's attempt to destroy
them. Ozwoz was deeply interested in the
King's enchantment and after referring to his maps
told Kabumpo they were but three hills and a forest
from their goal.
	After Jinnicky had sung a number of songs at his
own request, after Kabumpo had rendered a few selections
on the wozard's gold harp and Randy had
showed Ozwoz the Gilliken clod and hop, they all retired and slept soundly and well till morning. Then,
having eaten a hearty breakfast they bade Ozwoz
a regretful farewell and in good spirits set out for
Pumperdink. For a long time the wozard watched
them marching across the purple plain. Then, as he
had some new magic experiments to perfect, and
wished to practice using his new cooky jar, he went
into his castle and closed the door.

CHAPTER 18

The Elegant Elephant Uses His Head

SO as not to waste any time, or take any wrong
turnings, Kabumpo had again donned the Jinn 's
red looking glasses. Jinnicky rode high and comfortably
on his wicker seat; Randy, perched on Kabumpo's
head held the metal controller that guided
the action of Johnwan the soldier. Johnwan marched
precisely and well, stepping so high that he seldom
tripped and as he never talked back, argued or made
foolish suggestions, he was an excellent addition to
the party. Indeed, the Red Jinn was so delighted
with Johnwan that he planned to build a wooden
army of his own when he returned to Ev.
	"Then you may have Johnwan for a bodyguard,"
he promised generously, "but first I must use him
for a model."
	"Well, he certainly is a model soldier," chuckled
Kabumpo, staring approvingly at the huge wooden
figure tramping along just ahead of him. "He may
be mighty useful when we reach Pumperdink."
	"By the way, have you planned any course of action
when we do reach there?" inquired Jinnicky,
noting with satisfaction that they had put one hill
behind them. "Before I restore the Royal Family I
must find the vanishing point, in other words, the
exact spot on which each of them disappeared. My
famous yellow incense will then do the rest, but we
must be careful not to fall into Faleero's clutches or
get ourselves captured or enchanted."
	"Is the blue incense all gone?" asked Randy, looking
rather worried.
	"Every grain," answered Jinnicky, "and it's too
bad, for that would have overcome Faleero and the
whole population and given us plenty of time to
work out our magic. My mercy me! How these hill
roads do joggle one. There goes Johnwan over a
tree stump." Randy hastily clicked the controller,
brought the wooden soldier to his feet and headed
him in the right direction, as Kabumpo thoughtfully
mounted the second hill. He was not sure himself
just what he would do when they reached Pumperdink.
Perhaps if they rushed pell mell into the royal
city and took Faleero by surprise, Jinnicky could
work his magic before the old fury had time to try
any witchwork, so, when Jinnicky asked him again
what he planned to do, he merely flapped his great
ears and informed him solemnly that he intended to
use his head.
	"Very good," approved Jinnicky, clasping his
hands over his middle. "Use your head by all means.
It's big enough to serve all four of us. In fact I
never saw a more long-headed creature in my life:

"Long-headed, bee, hee!
And three hearty ho, ho's !
It's three yards from his eyes
To the tip of his nose."

	"This is no time for joking," said Kabumpo, looking
back severely at Jinnicky. "Besides, people in
glass houses shouldn't throw stones."
	"That's so," agreed the Jinn quite amiably. "Are
you referring to my glass palace or my jar?"
	"Oh, look!" put in Randy, anxious to change the
subject before his two best friends got into a serious
quarrel. "We can see the towers of Pumperdink's
castle from here. Only one hill and a forest to go
now!" Taking off the looking glasses long enough
to assure himself that the towers showing above the
tree tops were really those of the King's palace,
Kabumpo with a long sigh of satisfaction clapped
them on again and headed recklessly down the hill.
The rest of the journey took barely an hour. The
forest was the most difficult, for Johnwan kept bumping
into trees. Randy found that if he walked beside
the wooden warrior he could guide him easily
around them, though he had to run to keep up with
Johnwan's long strides. But fortunately the forest
was small and when at last they stepped out they
found themselves on the King's Highway that led
directly into Pumperdink. It was a little after noon,
and Randy rather nervously wished Kabumpo and
Johnwan were not so big and conspicuous.
	"Maybe we'd better wait till night," suggested the
boy, mounting Jinnicky's ladder and seating himself
on Kabumpo's head. But Kabumpo shook his head.
	"The people of Pumperdink will know I have come
to help them," he stated calmly. "When they get a
glimpse of Johnwan and our friend yonder," Kabumpo
swung his trunk carelessly in Jinnicky's direction,
"they will fall in behind us and by the time
we reach the palace we'll have a regular army of
rebellion."
	Kabumpo was right. No sooner had they entered
the gates of the city than the Pumperdinkians gathered
around them in huge crowds, and throwing fear
and discretion to the winds, shouted their welcome
at the top of their voices. Those in their houses, looking
out to see what the commotion was about, hastily
joined the others and seizing sticks, brooms, spades
and umbrellas, ran joyfully after Kabumpo and
Johnwan. Most of them were a dark purple from
frequent dippings in the royal well, but Kabumpo
and Randy, Johnwan and Jinnicky put new courage
and confidence into Pompus' downtrodden and sorely
abused subjects. Yelling threats and defiance they
proceeded boldly to the palace. The guards, brandishing
their pikes, fell in step with Johnwan and
by the time Faleero, followed by her three old ladies
in waiting, heard the deafening uproar and rushed
out to see what was the matter, the rebels were already
mounting the steps of the imperial palace.
Faleero, astonished by the unexpected appearance
of Kabumpo and the giant soldier and the extreme
suddenness of the uprising, gave a howl of anger and
in high, indignant screeches ordered the crowd to
disperse.
	Randy, closely watching Johnwan mount the steps,
made ready to halt the giant soldier the minute they
reached the top. But as Johnwan, closely followed by
Kabumpo, stepped up on the broad flagged terrace
before the palace door, Faleero flung up her arms
and hissed three shrill magic incantations. Kabumpo,
in the act of snatching the old fury, was
halted so abruptly that he turned a complete somersault,
hurling Randy and Jinnicky to the ground.
Randy, shocked by the fall and without intending
in the least to do so, clicked Johnwan's controller five
times and the wozard's wooden soldier, whom magic
could not stop or injure, obeying the order to seize
the enemy, grasped Faleero in his wooden arms,
marched straight through the front door of the palace
and out of the back, on and on, tramping steadily
and calmly through the park, the fields beyond and
finally disappearing over a purple hilltop.
As soon as Johnwan had seized Faleero the whole
company, which had been halted by her magic, found
themselves able to move again. Kabumpo, who was
quite ridiculously standing on his head, quickly assumed
a more usual and dignified position. Randy,
not realizing that he had given Johnwan the signal
to seize the enemy, now jumped up and ran wildly
after him.
	"Stop! Come back! Johnwan! Johnwan!" he
called frantically. But Johnwan was already far
away and could neither hear nor obey him. Suddenly
remembering the metal controller, Randy rushed
back to look for it. But when he was flung from
Kabumpo's back it had rolled out of his hand and
though he searched and searched he could find no
trace of it. The Pumperdinkians, overjoyed at the
disappearance of the evil old Queen were hugging
one another, dancing jigs and in vociferous shouts
and songs expressing their satisfaction and approval.
Jinnicky, who had landed flat on his nose in the palace
doorway, now rolled over and as Randy came
hurrying breathlessly toward him pulled himself up
by the gold door jamb.
	"My mercy me!" he spluttered, looking reproach-
fully at Kabumpo. "I'm cracked, jarred and positively
jellied. You told me you intended to use
your head, old Gaboscis, but I never expected you to
stand on it. My mercy me! Travel is very broadening,
very broadening indeed!" He rubbed his nose
tenderly, for it had suffered a complete flattening.
"Where is that old woman and what happened?"
	"Johnwan has her!" panted Randy. "And he's
marching on and on and dear knows where to. I've
lost the metal signal and we'll never see him again."
	"You must have given him the command to seize
the enemy when you fell," wheezed Kabumpo,
straightening his jeweled headpiece. "And a grumpy
good thing, too."
	"But who's to stop Johnwan and what will become
of him?" wailed Randy, staring disconsolately at the
Jinn. "Will he just march on till he falls into the
sea or is burned up on the Deadly Desert?"
	"I suppose so," sighed Jinnicky, taking off his lid
and scratching his red head sorrowfully, "and it's
a mean shame, for now I shall have no mechanical
army. But never mind. He has served us faithfully
and well in carrying off Faleero, for remember,
wherever he goes, she goes too. Do speak to your
countrymen, El, old fellow. Tell them if they return
quietly to their homes I will restore their rightful
sovereigns as soon or sooner than possible." This
Kabumpo was only too glad to do, and with repeated
bows to the Red Jinn and resounding cheers
the crowd began to move off, and, much relieved, the
rescue party hurried into the palace. The servants
and courtiers had seen Faleero carried off by the
giant soldier and knowing they had nothing to fear
gave Kabumpo and his friends a rousing welcome
and did everything they could to help with the disenchantment.
Going immediately to the royal dining
hall, Kabumpo had footmen place chairs in the exact
places where the King, Queen, Prince Pompa, Princess
Peg Amy and the little Princess had sat at the
ill-fated dinner. Finding the exact spot on which the
Prime Pumper had stood was more difficult. But as
Kabumpo remarked to Randy, the old goose had so
little wit and was of so little importance, it would
be no great matter if he stayed out of sight forever.
	The Red Jinn had now taken out his bottle of yellow
incense and after sprinkling a few grains on
each chair and the approximate spot where Pumper
had stood, began whirling round and round like a
top, mumbling an indistinguishable jargon of magic
words and sentences. Randy was so interested that
he almost forgot to breathe and Kabumpo, his ears
fairly quivering with suspense and excitement, kept
his eyes glued on the empty chairs. The servants
and courtiers had been sent from the room, but
through the curtains and cracks in the doors they
peered with eager interest and curiosity. After
whirling for three full minutes, Jinnicky came to a
standstill, calling in a loud imperious voice:
	"I do now command you to reappear, most Royal
Rulers and Imperial Family of Pumperdink. Reappear,
do you hear!" Taking off his lid, Jinnicky
stared intently at the golden chairs. But to his furious
consternation, to Randy's and Kabumpo's deep
disappointment, nothing happened at all. After staring
at the chairs so hard that their eyes began to
water, the three friends looked anxiously at one
another.
	"Great Grump! Is your powder wet? Have you
forgotten your magic, or what?" choked Kabumpo,
almost ready to cry with vexation.
	"Neither!" Jinnicky flopped disconsolately down
on the King's footstool. "They have not vanished,
after all They have been transformed."
	"Transformed?" exploded Kabumpo wrathfully.
"Well, untransform them!"
	"But first we must discover to what they have been
changed," said Jinnicky, a bit stiffly. "Say, where's
that other rascal? Fetch in that false King. Where's
Kettywig?" Running to the kitchen door, Jinnicky
banged it open so violently that the cook and four
footmen who were taking turns at the keyhole fell
headlong into the room.
	"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" mumbled the servants,
bouncing up like balls and disappearing in four different
directions. But when Kettywig was brought
from the tower he could tell them nothing. In piteous
tones he explained how he had been half starved
and locked up by the wicked old fairy. Faleero had
planned everything and he knew nothing at all about
magic or transformations, and heartily wished himself
back in his quiet village.
	"Humph I" sniffed Jinnicky contemptuously. "A
fine looking ruler you are, with all those bumps and
scratches. Take away this hand-decorated King, and
when we settle more important matters we'll deal
with him as he deserves." Randy felt a little sorry
for the forlorn and hungry looking fellow. He felt
that Kettywig had already been punished enough,
but thinking it best not to interfere, he said nothing.
There were, as Jinnicky had said, so many more
important matters to be cleared up. He sighed as he
thought of Johnwan tramping on and on through
deserts and over mountains. Even now his handsome
soldier might be crumpled up at the bottom of some
gorge or ravine or stuck in the mud of some deep
mountain lake. Johnwan was to have belonged to
him some day and he hated to have him broken or
destroyed. So he sighed again as he looked inquiringly
at Kabumpo and Jinnicky.
	The Jinn had taken down both wicker baskets and
was rummaging first in one and then in the other.
He had just brought out a tube-like red bottle when
the castle bell pealed noisily. Randy, rushing after
the footman who opened the door, saw six people
standing on the step. A dark-haired Princess wearing
a tall, emerald-studded crown, a little girl, a
fellow with a pumpkin head, a funny, bald-headed
old gentleman, a scarecrow and General Quakes.
	"Why, it's Ozma!" gulped Kabumpo, who was right
in back of Randy, "and the Wizard of Oz! Dorothy,
my dear, how are you? And the Scarecrow, as I
live! Now everything will be fine! Jinnicky,
Jinnick-y! Here's the Wizard!" While Kabumpo in
flowery phrases and with wide gestures continued
to welcome the celebrities, Randy dashed back to
the Red Jinn. He found Jinnicky sitting glumly on
the King's footstool.
	"Now everything's ruined," he groaned, rolling his
glass eyes tragically at the boy. "Why does that
meddling Wizard have to come fooling around just
as I'm beginning to get my magic working? Now
he'll take all the credit and I might just as well have
stayed at home." Randy could not help sympathizing
with him. He, too, would have liked to see
Jinnicky restore Pumperdink's sovereigns without
any help. Suddenly a splendid idea popped into his
head.
	"Come on!" he whispered mysteriously. "Come on,
before they see us." Taking a wicker basket in each
hand he ran out into the kitchen, through the kitchen
door and on into the castle garden, the little Jinn
pattering inquiringly behind him.

CHAPTER 19

More Mysteries

GENERAL QUAKES, as you have probably
guessed, had finally reached Glinda's palace in
the Quadling country. Pouring out the story of
Pumperdink's misfortune he begged Ozma to return
with him and save his unhappy country from
Faleero. This Ozma had immediately agreed to do,
bringing Dorothy, the Wizard of Oz, the Scarecrow,
and Jack Pumpkinhead along. They had come on
one of the Wizard's wishing pills, and being wished
a place is much, much simpler than traveling by the
usual methods. Indeed, five minutes after General
Quakes had arrived at Glinda's, Ozma and her councilors
were standing on the steps of Pompus' purple
palace.
	Dorothy, a little mortal girl from Kansas who
lives with Ozma in the Emerald City and who has
been in several adventures with Kabumpo, begged
him to lead them at once to the scene of the disappearance.
The Scarecrow, that amiable, straw-stuffed
gentleman, knew him too, and while Kabumpo
had a sly habit of snatching wisps of straw
from his person, he was, notwithstanding, quite fond
of the elegant old pachyderm. As they all hurried
along the corridor, Kabumpo told them of his journey
to the Red Jinn's castle and of the soothsayer's
prediction that only the Red Jinn could help restore
the vanished ones. Then he explained how Johnwan
had carried off Faleero and all that had happened
after their arrival in Pumperdink.
"Then we're too late," exclaimed the little Wizard,
looking terribly annoyed. "If this Red Jinn is as
powerful as you say, he has probably solved the
whole mystery by this time." Wagging his head sadly
Kabumpo described the failure of Jinnicky's yellow
incense, at which the Wizard cheered up immediately.
If he succeeded where the Red Jinn had
failed, it would be a real feather in his cap. Feeling
that his reputation as Wizard of Oz was at stake,
he almost trod on Kabumpo's heels in his anxiety
to reach the scene of action. Transformations were
right in his line and he felt sure that in his famous
black bag there was magic enough to undo all of
Faleero's spells and enchantments. Ozma was a fairy,
herself, so quite confidently they entered the dining
hall of the castle to restore King Pompus to his
throne. Kabumpo was surprised not to find Randy
and the Red Jinn, and apologetically explained that
they must have stepped out for a minute. Dorothy
and Ozma were eager to meet the famous little wizard
of Ev for Jack Pumpkinhead had given them glowing
descriptions of the Red Jinn's red glass palace,
and his magic dinner bell was now one of the important
treasures of Oz. But the Wizard of Oz was
secretly delighted. In the absence of Jinnicky he
hoped to restore the royal family himself. Opening
his black bag he began carefully laying out his magic
powders, bottles and instruments.
	Meanwhile, Jinnicky and Randy had reached the
end of the garden and leaning breathlessly against
the hedge, Randy disclosed his plan.
	"All you have to do is to put on your looking
glasses and ask them to take us to the King," whispered the boy. "Whatever made us forget?"
	"My mercy me! The very thing! The very thing!"
Kabumpo had returned Jinnicky's specs soon after
Faleero had been carried off by Johnwan. Taking
them from his sleeve the Red Jinn put them on and
started to run as fast as his little legs would carry
him through Pompus' private park. Randy, seeing a
small donkey tied to a tree and thinking the glasses
might take them a long way, untied the small creature
and ran after Jinnicky. Fortunately the donkey
was strong and gentle and helping the little
Jinn to his back, Randy mounted up behind. With
a resigned sigh Jinnicky transferred his glasses to
the donkey's nose and away went the little animal
at break-neck speed straight into Follensby Forest.
With his arms clasped around the donkey's neck, expecting
to fly over its ears any minute, Jinnicky
blinked, groaned and shuddered while Randy,
weighed down by the wicker baskets, had all he
could do to keep his seat. Both had imagined the
victims of Faleero's magic would be quite near the
castle and noted with growing alarm that the donkey
was carrying them deeper and deeper into Follensby
Forest.
	When, after an hour or so, he pushed his way
through a cluster of vines and bushes, galloped across
a small clearing and straight into Faleero's shabby
hut, Randy gave a scream of surprise. Trotting over
to the fireplace, the donkey lifted his head, brayed
six times and came to a complete standstill. Then
closing his eyes and dropping one hip he seemed to
lose all interest in the affair. The fireplace was simply
enormous, taking up the whole side of the cabin
and making the little room look smaller even than
it was. Recovering his specs, Jinnicky slid to the
floor and poked his head inquiringly up the chimney.
	"Do you suppose they are up there?" he puffed, as
Randy jumped down and set the wicker baskets on
a chair. The windows were so small and dirty that
it was quite dim and dark inside the hut. It smelled
musty and damp, and shivering a little, Randy began
to look around. Jinnicky was tapping the bricks
about the fireplace, examining the clock and broken
vases on the mantel, picking up the fire tongs, shovel
and hearth broom-for any of these objects might
easily be the King and his family.
	"If I just had a bit more light," he murmured discontentedly,
"I might be able to see what I am about.
Are there any lamps or candles around, my boy?"
Randy, with the same idea in mind, had searched
both rooms on the first floor and now, feeling his way
up the rickety steps, he looked carefully in the two
rooms above. But there was not a candle, match or
lamp to be found.
	"How about lighting a fire?" he proposed, coming
back to the hearth where Jinnicky was squinting
earnestly at the iron fender. "Only we have no
matches," he added ruefully.
	"Pooh, I can easily start a fire with my red incense.
Fetch the red bottle, Randy, and be quick, be quick,
or the Wizard of Oz will be stealing a march on us
and working his magic before I have a chance to try
mine." The fire was all ready to start and pushing
the donkey out of the way, Randy, following Jinnicky's
instructions, sprinkled the red incense over
the kindling and logs and snapped his fingers four
times. The paper and kindling caught at once and
as Randy seized the poker to adjust the logs better,
an ear-piercing scream went up the chimney. Dropping
the poker, Randy fell against Jinnicky, and
small wonder! The end of the first log to catch fire
was changing to a face, the frightened face of Pumper,
the King's Prime Minister! As Randy and the
Jinn looked on in horror, the King's head crackled
merrily from the end of the second log, and his royal
feet, ensconced in purple boots, beat a wild tattoo on
the log underneath.
	"Oh! Oh! Oh!" shrieked Randy, hopping from one
foot to the other. "They'll be burned up. Jinnicky,
Jinnicky! What'll we do? Where's some water?
Wait, I'll go for some water!" But Jinnicky, seizing
Randy by both wrists held him fast.
	"They're not burning," spluttered the Red Jinn
breathlessly. "Be still! Stay here! If you put out
that fire they'll have to stay part logs and part people
forever. The only way to restore people who have
been turned to wood is to burn the wood."
	"But this is awful!" choked the Gilliken boy, trying
his best to pull away. And awful indeed it was
to see the half logs and half people crackling and
blazing away in Faleero's grate. Pumper had stopped
screaming and the others, making no sound at all,
stared with solemn eyes through the flames at the
two figures on the hearth.
	"How long will it take?" gasped Randy. "Oh,
Jinnicky, can't you hurry it up a little? I can't bear
it!" Jinnicky did not answer but dropped Randy's
wrists and opening his eyes, which for the moment
he had shut tight, Randy saw King Pompus gravely
helping the Queen over the fender; Prince Pompadore
and Peg Amy with the baby princess in her
arms came next, and last of all, Pumper, looking
terribly frightened and ill at ease. They were still
smoking but seemed perfectly comfortable.
	"How can I ever thank you?" wheezed the King,
seizing the Red Jinn by both shoulders and embracing
him heartily.
	"Thank him!" cried Jinnicky, waving his arm at
Randy. "He started the fire, so he is really responsible for your disenchantment."
	"Why, it's the little grape eater!" exclaimed
Pompus, turning to Randy in honest surprise. "Well,
well, and well! Give me your hand, young one."
	"Oh, do tell us what happened!" begged the Queen.
"I remember nothing since picking the fire rose, but
I am sure some great misfortune has befallen."
	"I told you not to pick those flowers," muttered
Prince Pompadore, shaking the ashes out of his
pockets. "I'll wager that traveling magician was at
the bottom of the whole business."
	"Where's Kabumpo? I want to hear the rest of
the story about the pink goat," wailed Pajonia, blinking
sleepily over her mother's shoulder.
	"There's more than one story to be told, my child,"
sniffed Jinnicky, rolling his red glass eyes solemnly
from one to the other. "And if your Highnesses will
be seated, I will endeavor to tell you all, or a small
part of all that has happened."
	So, regardless of dust and grime, the royal family
of Pumperdink sat down on the wooden benches beside
the still smoldering fire and Jinnicky proceeded
to tell them of Faleero's wickedness and Kettywig's treachery.
	"And you came all the way from Ev to help us,"
mused Peg Amy, smiling at the rosy little Jinn.
"What ever can we do to repay you? Why, you and
Randy and Kabumpo have saved the whole kingdom."
	"Don't forget Johnwan," piped up Randy. "Oh say,
Jinnicky, I've just thought of something. Lend me
your looking glasses, quick!" Without waiting for
Jinnicky to say yes, Randy pulled the specs from the
Red Jinn's nose and ran hurriedly out of the cabin.
"My mercy me! Stop him! Stop him!" cried Jinnicky,
running round in a frenzied circle. "The
boy's gone after that great wooden soldier and will
be lost destroyed or stolen. Oh! Oh! Oh! He's
the best and only boy friend I have ever had." But
by the time they reached the door Randy had disappeared.
Pretending to search for him further,
Pumper, who was heartily ashamed of himself and
anxious to escape before the King got round to his
case, slipped into the forest running as fast and as
far as he could. Where he went, I have no idea. I
only know he was never heard of or seen in Pumperdink
again, and as Kabumpo often remarked to
Pompus, a grumpy good thing it was, too!
	Without noticing the disappearance of the Prime
Pumper, the King and his family and the Red Jinn
decided to return to the palace. Placing Queen Pozy,
Princess Peg Amy and Pajonia on the donkey, the
King and Prince Pompadore and Jinnicky set out on
foot through the forest. The King led the donkey;
Prince Pompadore and Jinnicky walked together,
Pompa carrying the heavy wicker baskets, and so
happy were they all to be released from the wicked
enchantments that they scarcely noticed the inconveniences
of walking. But it took a long, long time
and it was almost night when they finally reached the castle.
Lights blazed from every window and while the
Wizard feverishly tried one spell after another, the
servants were preparing a great feast to celebrate
their Majesties' return. Kabumpo had assured them
that the Wizard of Oz would produce the royal family
in time for dinner, and when the chief footman saw
them wearily mounting the castle steps he gave a
loud cheer for the Wizard and forgetting his dignity
-also his decorum-hugged the Kings kissed the
donkey and dashed into the palace to break the wonderful
news to the others. So, as the little procession
moved toward the throne room, Ozma and her councilors
rushed out of the dining hall, and followed by
the courtiers and servants, completely surrounded
the little party.
	"Three cheers for the Wizard of Oz!" they shouted
hysterically. "Three cheers for the Wizard!"
	"Wizard!" cried Jinnicky indignantly. "The Wizard
had nothing to do with it. 'Twas Randy, this
honest mountain lad, who turned the trick and released
their Royal Highnesses!"
	"Ah, but you all have helped us," put in Queen
Pozy, tactfully sliding off the donkey and holding
both hands out to the Sovereign of all Oz.
	"We never, never, never can thank you enough!
And if it had not been for Kabumpo, where would
we have been by now?" The Elegant Elephant looked
pleased but self-conscious and after the whole family
had shaken his trunk and the little princess had
blown him three kisses, he suddenly missed Randy.
	"Where's the boy?" he asked, and picking Jinnicky
up in his trunk he stared anxiously into his eyes.
"Speak up! Speak up, can't you?"
	"How am I to speak any other way?" grinned the
little Jinn, making swimming motions in the air.
"Put me down, El, there's a good fellow."
	"But what happened?" asked Dorothy.
	"Yes, how did a young lad, unpracticed in magic,
succeed where all our art failed?" demanded the
Wizard of Oz in a peppery voice.
	"Chance! Pure chance," murmured Jinnicky,
winking a red glass eye at the Wizard. "Your magic
is not very swift, my dear Wiz, not so swift as I was
led to suppose."
	"Now! Now!" put in the Scarecrow, wagging his
crooked finger at the Jinn. "Green magic may not
be as swift as red magic, but it's far prettier!"
	"Where's Randy?" roared Kabumpo, giving Jinnicky
an impatient shake.
	"Gone off with my magic glasses to find the wooden
soldier," announced Jinnicky ruefully. "My mercy
me, Eli, we'll have to go after him at once! If your
Highnesses will excuse us-" Jinnicky took off his
lid and bowed as well as he could in his precarious
position. The King, not to be outdone, took off his
crown and while Kabumpo, still holding Jinnicky in
his trunk, simply dashed out of the throne room,
Prince Pompadore explained to his curious listeners
all that had happened in Faleero's hut.
	"Where shall we look first?" demanded Kabumpo,
plunging down the steps of the castle two at a time.
"Great Grump, what's this?" A huge figure, so covered
with mud and water weeds as to be entirely
indistinguishable, stepped stiffly across the courtyard.
Beside him trudged the Gilliken boy whistling cheerily
and unconcernedly.
"Randy! Randy, my boy, how did you get back
so soon?"
"Back?" called Randy in surprise. "Why, I never
went away." Clicking the instrument that controlled
Johnwan, he brought the muddy warrior to a neat
halt before his two comrades. "I just put on Jinnicky's
specs and asked them to find Johnwan's signal,"
explained Randy eagerly. "I ran away from
Faleero's hut and the looking glasses brought me
right to this terrace, and pressed in the gold dust
between the flags I discovered the controller."
	"Then what?" asked Jinnicky.
"Why, then," continued Randy, In a matter of fact
voice, "thinking Johnwan might have fallen, I gave
him the signal to rise, face about and march home.
And you see it worked, for here he is!"
	"Very good!" approved Jinnicky. "Get a hose!"
	"That won't be necessary," rumbled Kabumpo. Setting
Jinnicky on the ground he waddled over to the
fountain, filled his trunk with water and gave Johnwan
several complete and cleansing showers. Soon
all the mud was washed away, and the wooden soldier,
a bit worse for wear and tear and with the unconscious
Faleero still under his arm, emerged.
"Well, I hope this will be a lesson to her," muttered
Jinnicky severely. "'I'll bet Johnwan has
walked on the bottom of a dozen lakes."
"But what shall we do with her now?" demanded
Randy worriedly. "She may come to any minute."
"Oh, let the King decide," sniffed the Red Jinn
airily. "We've done our share and I'm hungry!"

CHAPTER 20

"The Purple Prince Has Earned His Crown!"

JOHNWAN, in spite of his washed out appearance,
caused a real sensation when he stalked into the
throne room with Faleero, who had recovered her
senses, screaming and kicking under his arm. Ozma,
always quick to think and act, immediately touched
her magic belt and before the old fairy could cause
further mischief or unhappiness turned her to a
raven. Croaking with fright and anger Faleero flew
out of the window and that was the last anyone ever
saw or heard of the Princess of Follensby Forest.
The three old ladies in waiting had already fled back
to the hut in the clearing. Kettywig, after a stern
lecture, had been sent home, and so, in complete possession
of his crown, his kingdom, his family and his
castle, Pompus proudly led his distinguished guests
and rescuers into dinner.
	The cook who had been turned into a cocoanut pie
-which, fortunately, nobody had eaten-had been
restored by Ozma to his proper shape; also the four
guardsmen, so that all was as before and everyone
was happy and content.
	Now there have been many feasts and celebrations
in the palace of Pumperdink, but the feast celebrating
the restoration of the lost sovereigns surpassed
them all. The chefs had truly outdone themselves and
the jolly red face of Jinnicky, who was seated between
the prince and princess, shone with enjoyment
and satisfaction. Beside the King at the head of the
table sat Ozma of Oz and Randy. On either side of
the Queen, at the foot, sat The Wizard of Oz and
Dorothy. The Scarecrow was next to Princess Pajonia
and she crowed with delight at his droll tricks
and stories. Johnwan stood stiffly at attention behind
Randy's chair and Kabumpo, after swallowing
three bales of hay and a dozen buckets of peanuts,
ambled round the table laughing and joking with
everyone.
The King and his courtiers could not hear enough
of the strange adventures of Randy, the Elegant Elephant
and the Red Jinn, and all over and in great
detail Kabumpo told the entire story. The. Scarecrow
was highly interested in the Guide Post Man and
meant to hunt him up at his first opportunity. Ozma
was curious to learn all about the Double King, while
Nandywog, the little giant, pleased Dorothy best of
all. The Wizard, after noting in his green memorandum
book the exact location of Torpedo Town, got
into a lively argument with Jinnicky about red magic.
	They had quite forgotten their professional jealousies
and while each realized that without Jinnicky's
looking glasses little could have been done,
as Randy had actually brought about the release of
the Royal Family, neither felt that he had triumphed
over the other, and in consequence they were fast becoming
friends. Indeed, by ice cream and cake time,
there was such a feeling of good fellowship and
jollity that the very candles seemed to jig in their
holders. Even the solemn-faced footmen forgot their
pomposity and importance and joined boisterously in
the singing of Pumperdink's National Air.
	After the last note had died away, Pompus rose
with as much dignity as his happiness and weight
would permit and offered Randy a permanent home
in the palace with the title of Younger Prince of the
Realm. At this the cheering was deafening, Kabumpo
trumpeting his approval above all the rest.
But before Randy could accept Jinnicky bounced to
his feet and declared that Randy was to return with
him. He intended to make him his sole heir, sharer
of his magic formulas and ruler after him in his
mighty dominions in Ev. Ozma and Dorothy smiled
sympathetically and the whole company in breathless
interest waited for the mountain boy to make his
choice. But he never did, for as he stood up and
bowed first to the King and then to Jinnicky, there
came a loud and sudden crash and in through the
shattered glass of the long window behind the King
shot two thin and excited old gentlemen. The first
wore a tall, pointed cap and a long cloak covered
with stars and moons. The second was dressed in
purple satin knee breeches and doublet with a fine
three-cornered hat. He carried a velvet cushion on
which there blazed a tall and splendid crown of
amethyst. The royal diners and celebrities were too
astonished to move or speak, but the gentleman in
the three-cornered hat promptly saved them that
trouble. Skipping over to Randy, he called out in a
high, trembling voice:
	"The Prince of the Purple Mountain has earned his
crown and won his Kingdom! Randywell, Handywell,
Brandenburg Bompadoo, I hereby crown you
King of Regalia and all the Regalians! Long live
King Randy!" Placing the crown on Randy's head,
Hoochafoo, for it was Hoochafoo, as you have guessed
all along, embraced his nephew so heartily that the
crown fell off and rolled under the table.
	"A King!" coughed Kabumpo, falling against a
pillar. "And to think he once fastened my collars.
Great Grump! I said he was no common mountain
boy." While the company recovered from their surprise
and amazement as best they could, a footman
hastily restored Randy's crown, and Jinnicky, bounding
out of his chair, was the first to congratulate the
new ruler.
	"I liked you from the very first," declared the
Red Jinn, clapping Randy on the back and then embracing him affectionately. "And remember, if you
ever tire of your own kingdom you can always have
half of mine!"
	"And mine!" boomed Pompus heartily.
	"And mine," echoed little Princess Pajonia, waving
her golden spoon.
	"But tell us, how did you come here?" begged
Ozma, turning curiously to the wise man. "And tell
us how Randy happened to be disguised and why he
came to Pumperdink in the first place?"
	"We came by the magic of the amethyst ball,"
answered Chalulu impressively. "In Regalia, a kingdom
of which your Highness may have heard, it is
the law that when the King shall disappear, retire
or cease to rule, his son shall go forth on a journey
of adventure and alone and without help prove his
fitness to receive the crown. Without knowing the
conditions of this scroll," Chalulu raised the long
parchment roll in one hand, "the Prince must fulfill
all its tests. When this is done, the amethyst ball
in the palace transports me, the oldest wise man
and the oldest member of the King's family, to the
exact spot where he happens to be. Each time his
Highness fulfilled a condition of the test, the ball
flashed fire. Seven flashes told us he had successfully
passed them all and the eighth flash brought
us to this strange imperial palace." Chalulu bowed
to King Pompus, then to Queen Pozy and then to
all of the others. "And here we are happy to find
our young King in a distinguished company of
friends and celebrities."
"Oh, yes!" Randy assured him quickly. "I shall
hate to leave here, uncle."
	"What were those conditions you were talking
about?" asked Kabumpo, in a muffled voice to hide
his grief at losing Randy. The very thought of the
separation made the poor elephant choke and sputter.
	"Well," sniffed the wise man, who enjoyed being
the center of attention. "Suppose I read them."
	A chair was brought for Uncle Hoochafoo and
while all the others resumed their seats, the wise
man read the conditions from the royal scroll of
Regalia. Randy was perhaps the most interested
listener, for though he knew he must prove himself
in seven ways, he had not known the nature of the
tests he must pass at all.
	"The prince," began Chalulu, looking benevolently
at Randy over his specs, "must first make three true
friends."
"Kabumpo was the first," said the boy, putting
his arm around the Elegant Elephant's trunk, for
Kabumpo had come to stand right beside him. "And
I suppose Nandywog was the second. Jinnicky certainly
was the third, but now I have hundreds!" He
glanced proudly down the long table and with smiles,
nods and approving cheers the gay company assured
him that he had.
	"Second, the prince must serve a strange King,"
announced Chalulu, when at last the cheering had
died away.
	"I was the King, but I am a strange King no
longer. You certainly served me, my boy, served
me right!" Placing his hand on Randy's shoulder,
Pompus beamed at Regalia's newly crowned sovereign.
	"Third, he must save a Queen," continued the
wise man in a calm voice.
	"I was the Queen." Waving her silk handkerchief,
Pozy nodded happily at her rescuer.
	"Fourth, the prince must prove his bravery in
battle," read Chahulu without looking up.
	"Pooh, he proved his bravery dozens and dozens
of times," trumpeted Kabumpo proudly, "but the
first and best was when he caught that bundle of
blazing twigs and threw them back at Faleero."
	"Fifth, ahem-fifth !" Chalulu cleared his throat
and waited a few minutes for silence, "fifth, the
prince must overcome a fabulous monster."
	"Well, he did that, too," cried Jinnicky. "Upon the
combinoceros he fell and saved himself and us!"
"Sixth, the prince must disenchant a princess,"
continued Chalulu imperturbably.
"He did more than that," Peg Amy assured them,
holding little princess Pajonia high in her arms.
"He disenchanted two princesses and a prince, so
three cheers for Randywell, Handywell, Brandenburg
Bompadoo!"
	"And lastly," finished the wise man, as Randy,
overcome by embarrassment, got behind Kabumpo,
"lastly, he must receive from a wizard some important
magic treasure."
	"Oh, that's Johnwan!" exclaimed Randy coming
out eagerly. "Look, Uncle Hoochafoo, this great
wooden soldier is mine. Jinnicky gave him to me and
as soon as he copies him for his own army, he's coming
to Regalia to be my bodyguard."
	"Dear, dear, dear!" murmured Uncle Hoochafoo,
drawing out his monocle and eyeing Johnwan dubiously.
"Is this a magic treasure?"
"Of course! Of course!" Clicking Johnwan's control,
Randy made him face about, march and salute
and even the wise man had to admit the points and
excellence of the wooden warrior. By the time the
excitement following the crowning of Randy and
the reading of the scroll had died down, by the time
the wise man and Hoochafoo had been told the story
of the new King's adventures, the clock in the great
tower had tolled two, and in spite of their interest
and thankfulness the company began to yawn and
blink with weariness. Pompus begged all his royal
visitors to spend not only the night but a week in
his palace. Ozma, however, had important matters
to settle in the Emerald City next day and after expressing
her happiness and delight at the satisfactory
way everything had turned out she left on a
fast wish with Dorothy, the Wizard, Jack and the
Scarecrow. Randy would dearly have loved to stay,
but his uncle and the wise man, feeling that the
formal coronation must take place at once, insisted
that they must leave immediately for Regalia.
	"My mercy me!" sniffed Jinnicky, shaking hands
and then clasping the boy King to his shiny bosom.
	"How ever am I to get along without you? Will you
come to see the old man soon and often?"
	"I certainly will," promised Randy, pressing Jinnicky's
plump hand. Then, to keep from breaking
down, he pointed a mischievous finger at Jinnicky's
head. "Why, Jinnicky," he murmured in a scandalized
voice, "you need a hair cut!"
	"Ha, had Hee, hee! That's what Alibabble will
be telling me," blubbered the Red Jinn, pretending
to laugh so hard that he cried, but really crying
so hard he couldn't laugh. Kabumpo felt even worse,
for he had known Randy longer. Not trusting himself
to speak the boy gave Kabumpo a huge hug.
Then, lifting one of the Elegant Elephant's enormous
ears he whispered hurriedly:
	"Never mind, as soon as I'm crowned I'll run away
and come back. As-" But before he could finish,
Chalulu, who was terribly weary, touched the amethyst
ball he had under his arm and seizing Randy
by one hand and the purple-bearded uncle by the
other, flashed out of sight and Pumperdink.
	"Well, sniff, sniff!" The Red Jinn sobbed unashamedly,
leaning against Kabumpo. "He's gone,
and all our good times with him! My mercy me! I'd
set my heart on taking him home with me!"
	"Never you mind," wheezed Kabumpo, patting Jinnicky
hard on the back with his trunk. "There's no
law against visiting. And if your Highness will, and
can spare me, I've a notion to spend three months
of every year in Regalia with Randywell, Handywell,
Brandenburg Bompadoo I"
	"Hear! Hear!" chuckled Pompus indulgently.
'Well, under the circumstances, old fellow, we shall
have to allow it."
	Why, I could do that, too," declared Jinnicky, beginning
to cheer up a little. "My mercy me, we'll
go together! Of course," went on Jinnicky, with a
wink at King Pompus, "he's the kind of animal who
calls an orange a citrus fruit and a porch a piazza,
but I'm kind of fond of the big begonia anyway."
The Red Jinn, amid roars of laughter, shook his
head several times to prove this statement.
	"You're not such a bad little fellow yourself!"
boomed Kabumpo, taking off Jinnicky's lid and setting
it back slightly askew.
	"Thanks!" Jinnicky smiled with real pleasure.
"I'll be back for you in a month and a day. A month
and a day, remember! Then off we'll go to Regalia
and take Johnwan to Randy. Good-bye! Good-bye
everyone! I've had a magnificus time here." Hanging
his baskets on Johnwan's arm, the Red Jinn
rang his silver dinner bell, and when the little slave
appeared with his tray, Jinnicky seized his hand and
grasping the wooden soldier by the coat tails vanished
away to Ev, leaving not even a ripple in the
air behind him.
	"Great gooseberries! These disappearances are
making me positively giddy," gulped the King, staring
ruefully at all the empty chairs. "How Quiet it
will seem in the palace without that Jinn. Ho, hum!
What a day! What a day! And it's already to-morrow
and after I've had a nap I'll have to think of
some fitting way to reward Randy and this Red
Jinn for their trouble."
	"You, my dear General," Pompus turned to General
Quakes, who was yawning in a well-bred fashion
behind his hand, "you shall be Prime Minister as
well as commander of my army and have Pumper's
place and salary besides, for I do not believe we ever
will see that old rascal again." General Quakes
bowed to show his appreciation and as Kabumpo, on
his way to bed, affectionately touched the King on
the shoulder, Pompus seized his old friend and adviser
firmly by the trunk.
	"What shall we do for you?" he asked eagerly.
	"I promise, Kabumpo, you shall have anything your
heart desires!" Kabumpo nodded absently, for now
that Randy was gone he could think of nothing he
wanted. Calling drowsy good-nights and good wishes
the royal family and courtiers and servants went
yawning to bed to dream of magic transformations,
strange journeys and monsters. But Kabumpo had
the best dream of all. With Randy and the little
Red Jinn on his back, with Johnwan marching sturdily
before, Kabumpo dreamed he was climbing the
purple mountains of Regalia.
And when Kabumpo's dream does come true-
when the Elegant Elephant and Jinnicky really go
to visit Randy in Regalia-that, my dears, will be
another book and another story!

The End