Speedy In Oz – Oz 28

 L. Frank Baum

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

 CHAPTER 1

 The Carelessness of Sizzeroo

 T0-NIGHT, I shall wear my green padded coat, my

 silver boots and the purple pantaloons," murmured

 King Sizzeroo ofUmbrellaIsland, stroking his

 braided beard with one hand and giving the wheel

 that controlled the motion of the island a lazy

 turn with the other. "And to-morrow-"

                "Watch out! Watch out!" Four sharp claws

 dug into his Majesty's

 plump shoulder and Pansy, the Royal Watch Cat,

 dropping from the ribs of an umbrella tree overhead,

 began screaming hysterically into the King's left ear.

                "How many times must I ask you not to do that?"

 shivered Sizzeroo, jerking his head to the right.

                "Am I your Majesty's Watch Cat, or am I not?"

 shrilled Pansy, arching her back defiantly. "Is it my

 duty to watch out for you when you are not watching

 out for yourself-and us-or is it not?"

                "Not so loud, not so loud," begged the King fret-

 fully. "You're taking all the curl out of my ear, be-

 side~"

                "Watch out! Ough! Qugh! Meouch!" Poor Pansy!

 Already her warning was too late. With a thump

 that sent the hundred silver bells in the top-most

 silver tower into a rattle of frightened discords, with

 a bump that flung Sizzeroo over the fountain and

 Pansy into the fish pond,UmbrellaIslandcame to a

 shuddering stop. As its startled sovereign raised

 himself painfully on one elbow, he could hear the

 furniture and ornaments in his palace still crashing

 about. Looking gloomily down into the village, he

 could see that dozens of cottages were now without

 roofs and chimneys, and many of the Islanders strewn

 about in strange and uncomfortable attitudes.

                "I'll not wear my green coat and silver boots, after

 all," groaned Sizzeroo, feeling about for his crown.

 "The old black skull cap, the grey carpet slippers,

 my snuff colored robe. Anything! Anything, will

 do! My! My! and My Land!"

                For about as long as it would take you to count

 ten, the Umbrellians lay where they had fallen.

 Then, snatching up their parasols and umbrellas, they

 leapt to their feet and started on a run for the castle,

 and panting ahead of all the rest, came the King's

 three counselors. They had been having a quiet cup

 of tea on the terrace and had not only been upset,

 but severely scalded by the overturn of the tea table

 when the island came to so sudden a standstill. Not-

 ing their shocked and anxious faces, Sizzeroo sighed

 heavily.

                "There are times," moaned the many-chinned mon-

 arch, pulling himself with great difficulty out of the

 rose bush into which he had fallen, "there are times

 when I wish I were not a King. what now? And

 what next and what ever? Pansy, Pansy, drop that

 gold fish at once."

                "If you fling me to the fishes, what do you expect?"

 snarled the Watch Cat, speaking indistinctly, for the

 gold fish was still in her mouth. Sullenly she scram-

 bled out of the pond.

                "I did not fling you to the fishes and well you know

 it," reproved Sizzeroo. Taking the fish from Pansy,

 he gently threw it back in the pond and, tucking the

 Watch Cat under his arm, turned uneasily to meet

 his sputtering counselors. "Dear, dear and dear! I

 suppose they will blame this all on me," he muttered,

 dabbing unhappily at the dripping cat with the end

 of his padded coat.

                "And whom else could they blame?" inquired Pansy

 sarcastically. "If you had listened when I first called

 out, you would not have run into a mountain. You'll

 wreck this island yet, you careless old thing!"

                "Did you call me a King or a Thing?" Sizzeroo

 gave Pansy a stern shake.

                "Oh, save your breath for the others," advised

 Pansy, and springing lightly to his shoulder, the

 Watch Cat began energetically to lick herself dry.

                "Here they come." And Pansy was right, for as

 she finished speaking, up the long flight of marble

 steps to Sizzeroo's high and private terrace, bounded

 Bamboula, the Imperial Su-jester, Kachewka, the

 King's Chief Counselor, and Waddy, the enormous

 and enormously clever Wizard of the Realm. The

 rest of the Islanders milled noisily about on the level

 below, talking in hoarse and excited voices, empha-

 sizing their remarks with little jerks of their um-

 brellas and parasols. Kachewka, first to reach the

 King's side, was tall and thin, with a long nervous

 nose, at present twitching with annoyance and dis-

 pleasure.

                "What happened?" he demanded, snapping his lit-

 tle eyes savagely. "What is the meaning of all this

 toss-up and shake aboutery? Have I not cautioned

 your Majesty to look where you are going, to go

 where you are looking, when sailing this island

 through the sky? What were you doing, may I ask,

 at the time of the crash?"

                "I was thinking," admitted the King, glancing re-

 morsefully from one to the other of his counselors.

                "Thinking!" exploded Kachewka, taking out his

 red handkerchief and giving his nose a violent blow.

 "What right have you to think? Thinking is my busi-

 ness. Thinking is what I am paid to do, and poorly

 paid at that. Thinking! Bah! Thinking causes all

 the trouble out of the world. Of what were you think-

 ing, pray?"

                "Of my green padded coat, my silver boots and so

 on-

                "And so on the rocks," choked Kachewka, stuffing

 his handkerchief back into his pocket. "We will all

 have to wear padded coats and crash pants if this

 keeps up."

                Now Waddy, seeing Sizzeroo looking so downcast,

 Slipped hastily back of the King and, giving him a

 sly poke in the ribs, touched a gold button in the

 great silver shaft that supported the tremendous

 billowing umbrella that spread like a canopy over

 the entire island. This button, Waddy's own inven-

 tion, controlled and guided the island automatically

 like the electric steering devices on some of our own

 ocean liners.

                "There now," puffed the Wizard, giving Sizzeroo

 a comforting thump between the shoulders, "every-

 thing will be all right. Think no more of it, dear old

 Gum Drop. We have had a shock but no bones are

 broken and chimneys and roofs are soon mended."

                Waddy's further remarks were completely drowned

 out by the furious beating of Bamboula's drum.

 Bamboula, like the Wizard, was round and jolly and

 whenever the King's Su-jester had anything to sug-

 gest, he preceded his speech by a loud tattoo on his

 drum, thus assuring himself of Sizzeroo's attention.

                As the King, wincing slightly, leaned forward,

 Bamboula stopped drumming and spoke.

                "I suggest that we immediately go about restoring

 order. I suggest that your high and mighty absent-

 minded Majesty retire to the palace for a nap," pro-

 posed Bamboula, sensibly enough.

                "Why, I believe I will," sighed Sizzeroo, thought-

 fully touching a long scratch on his cheek. "A little

 sleep will be good for me."

                "It will be good for us all," said Kachewka stiffly.

                "And now that the island is moving again-"

                "Moving?" muttered Waddy, who had been glanc-

 mg critically out over the silvering twilight sky.

                "We're sinking. Can't you feel it? We're going

 down~~down~~when the umbrella is still up! Down,

 do you understand? Meander! Meander!"

 The Wizard clapped his hands sharply and beck-

 oned energetically to the King's messenger, who

 stood in the crowd below, gazing up at the group on

 the terrace with dazed and stupid grin. "Run to the

 edge of the island, my boy, and look over. Quickly!"

                "Quickly! Quickly!" shouted Bamboula, with two

 terrified thumps on his drum. Thus urged, Meander

 began to run and shuffle down the slopping terrace

 that stetched to the edge of the island - at this point

 no more than a hundred yards away.

 "Well! Well!" bawled         Sizzeroo, as Meander, lean-

 ing on the top rail of the golden fence that ran all

 the way round the island, stared fearfully downward.

                "Oh, why do you say 'Well'?" moaned Kachewka,

 covering his eyes. "There is nothing well about it.

 I knew the minute that tea-pot hit me on the nose

 that a dreadful disaster had overtaken us."

                To be perfectly truthful, Umbrella Island was now

 rushing downward at a sickening speed.

                "Be still! Stand where you are. Do nothing until I

 sneeze," commanded Kachewka, as the frightened

 Umbrellians showed signs of dashing in all direc-

 tions.

                "Meander, my boy, do you see anything?" pleaded

 Sizzeroo, starting heavily down the terrace.

                "Anything! Oh, King!" Instead of explaining,

 Meander put his head down on the top rail and trem-

 bled so violently that he loosened three palings from

 the golden fence. No wonder. A giant had hold of

 the umbrella handle that went through and pro-

 truded from the under side of the island and was

 dragging it roughly downward.

 CHAPTER 2

 Loxo, the Lucky

 BEFORE Meander could open his mouth to

 report this appalling piece of news, the Urn-

 brellians found themselves staring into the

 face of the giant himself. It was a face twice

 as large as their island, topped by hair like

 awaving forest, with eyes like two burning

 lakes of lava, with a mountainous nose and

 a mouth resembling a yawning cave, full of

 crooked and mossgrown rocks.

                "Oh! Oh! and Oh!" wailed Sizzeroo, clutching

 Waddy's sleeve, while Pansy dove hurriedly into the

 King's pocket. "Tell me I'm asleep and dreaming.

 Tell me it isn't so. If I'm awake, I'm perfectly petri-

 fled and simply a-quiver.

                "You're a-quiver, then! Me too!" Waddy clapped

 a plump hand to his loudly beating heart and looked

 wildly across at Kachewka. As he did, Kachewka

 sneezed five times, which in the island code of sig-

 nals meant, "Silence everyone.' Our Wizard will

 handle this matter."

                The command for silence was quite unnecessary.

 The Umbrellians were too terrified to utter a sound,

 but now they stopped looking at the giant and turned

 frantic and appealing eyes on the Wizard. Poor

 Waddy, after an indignant glance at Kachewka,

 whom he felt was being entirely too generous, drew

 himself up and prepared for the worst.

                "So !" hissed the giant, glaring down at them all

 with his red and burning eyes. "So, this is what hit

 me! How dare you hit me in the head with an island?

 If there's one thing that makes me madder than an-

 other, it's being hit in the head with an island. What

 right has an island rocketing through the sky in

 this reckless fashion? What right has an island in

 the air, anyway?" he bellowed in a voice that blew

 fifty umbrellas inside out and flattened back the ears

 of the Islanders themselves.

                "By right of invention and wizardry!" shouted

 Waddy, assuming as bold and unconcerned an atti-

 tude as an old fellow of two hundred and fifty pounds

 well can. "I see your Highness has never studied

 Unnatural History?"

                "Study! Why should I study?" roared the giant

 wrathfullv. "I am above such things. Besides. I do

 not need to study Unnatural History to know when

 I am hit in the head. Look at this lump." He raised

 a huge hairy hand to a large protuberance between

 his eyes. "Well, someone is going to pay for this. I,

 Loxo the Lucky, have spoken."

                "Permit me to observe that it is a great honor to

 meet so celebrated a character," quavered the Wiz-

 ard, while the Islanders continued to tremble and

 hold their tongues.

                "If you call knocking me in the head with your

 island, meeting me, I certainly decline the honor,"

 rumbled Loxo with a scowl. "Besides I already know

 all the people I care to know."

                "But do let me explain," implored Waddy, clasping

 his hands earnestly.

                "Explain!" The giant leaned forward and tearing

 up a palm-leaf fan tree began angrily to pick his

 teeth. "There is a deal to be explained. Explain

 away this bump, if you will. Explain yourselve~

 that is, if you can." Loxo stared long and disdain-

 fully at the gay and flowery little isle spread out like

 a saucer beneath his nose. But even so, his voice was

 a bit less angry and, noting a gleam of unmistakable

 interest and curiosity in his gigantic eye, Waddy

 took heart and began quickly to explain Umbrella

 Island and its unusual inhabitants as best he could.

                "To begin with," announced the Wizard impres-

 sively, "we were a tidy but quite ordinary little

 island, surrounded by the usual ocean and covered

 by the customary sky. We lay by fisherman's reck-

 oning seventy leagues from the mainland of Ev,

 which, you know, lies across the Deadly Desert from

 the great and flourishing Kingdom of Oz. As we

 are at present over Oz, I presume that you, your-

 self, hail from that incomparable and enchanting

 Fairy Land?"

                "Where else would I come from?" demanded the

 giant gruffly. "Go on! Go on!"

                Now I have suspected that the Umbrellians were

 of some strange fairy origin, for how otherwise

 could we account for a talking cat, a practicing wiz-

 ard, or the flying island itself? But I must not inter-

 rupt Waddy and as the giant continued to call in an

 impatient voice for him to proceed, he gravely went

 on with his recital.

                "In the early days of our history," explained the

 Wizard complacently, "we engaged in the raising of

 silk worms and the manufacture of fine silken fab-

 rics. By energy, industry and successful trade with

 Pingaree and the nearby Island of Impossipillio, we

 amassed a considerable fortune for ourselves and

 our gracious sovereign." Waddy bowed ceremoni-

 ously to the King, and Sizzeroo with a nervous jerk

 of his head acknowledged the salute and the fortune.

 "Then, about seven years ago," Waddy fixed the

 giant with an anxious and solemn eye, "seven years

 ago, our amiable monarch developed an overpower-

 ing desire for travel and adventure. But being un-

 fond of ships, opposed to caravans and unwilling to

 go anywhere without taking every courtier, coun-

 selor, islander and animal along, I, as Chief Magi-

 cian of the Realm, did set myself to devise a way

 in which this might happily be accomplished. After

 seven months of deep thought," Waddy cleared his

 throat with scarcely concealed pride, "after seven

 months, I conceived the idea of an enormous umbrella

 that would go through the center of the island and

 carry us safely and buoyantly through the air or

 over the water, giving us all the interest and ex-

 citements of travel with the comforts and luxury of

 home. How well I succeeded with this idea, your

 Greatness may judge for yourself."

                "Umph!" grunted the giant, touching the lump

 on his head tenderly.

                "And so," the Wizard, anxious to be done with the

 conversation, hurried on, "by a judicious mixture of

 mechanics and magic I was able to construct and

 install this huge umbrella, and lift our island from

 its permanent resting place. We can now sail at

 will over the ocean, anchoring off strange continents

 and shores, or explore the high and hitherto un-

 chartered regions of the air. We have even crossed

 over into the realms of Reality on the other side

 of the rainbow and noted with interest and profit

 the curious customs of its monarchies and republics

 In the course of these journeys, the foliage of our

 island has changed considerably, becoming rich and

 tropical. The numerous umbrella and shade trees

 you see scattered about our hills are the result of

 my profound study and experimentation. They pro-

 duce in profusion the umbrellas and parasols that

 our mode of life makes so necessary and essential.

 Every man, woman and child is required by law to

 carry an umbrella or parasol at all times, not only

 for Pleasure and style, but as a precaution as well.

 Should the island tilt and any of them fall over the

 fence, the umbrellas act as parachutes, keeping them

 safely afloat until rescued."

                "I see you have supplied the cows and goats with

 umbrellas, too," remarked the giant, throwing away

 his palm leaf fan tree tooth pick.

                "Ah, but naturally," Waddy assured him in a

 dignified voice. "We are a kind and humane people

 and would not think of denying our animals com-

 forts and luxuries that we enjoy ourselves."

 Somewhat exhausted, the Wizard paused for

 breath and the Umbrellians, noting the interest Loxo

 was taking in their affairs, stopped trembling and

 began to straighten their hats, smooth down their

 silk blouses and tilt their umbrellas and parasols at

 more comfortable and becoming angles. Even Pansy

 came out of the King's pocket and perched inquis-

 itively on his shoulder.

                "But about the braids," inquired the giant, as

 Waddy stood staring silently and hopefully up al

 him.

                "Braids? Oh, braids are our peculiarity," admit-

 ted the Wizard, and with a little chuckle drew the

 long plait that hung down his back over one shoul-

 der, thoughtfully stroked the braided whiskers on

 each side of his cheeks and his long luxuriant braid-

 ed beard. "We find them comfortable, convenient

 and, we hope, ornamental," he explained indulgently.

                Now I am not surprised that Loxo mentioned

 braids. They are the first thing you would notice

 about an Umbrella Islander. The dark hair of the

 women and girls was braided in shining plaits,

 reaching often below their waists. The men and

 boys wore their hair in a single braid, like a China-

 man's queue, and the braided side-whiskers and

 beards of the older men gave them an exceedingly

 merry and mischievous expression. Even the ani-

 mals on Umbrella Island had braided tails and manes

 and Pansy, the Watch Cat, not only had a braided

 tail, tied with a red ribbon, but the soft hair growing

 from the tips of her ears was also braided and finished

 with perky red bows.

                As a race, the Umbrellians were dark haired, fair

 skinned, slender and handsome. Men and women

 alike wore loose coats or blouses, wide silk trousers

 and bright leather boots. The men and boys carried

 umbrellas, the women and girls parasols, and the

 pleasing contrast of their costumes and umbrellas

 made any group of Islanders not only a gay and

 cheerful sight, but a simply charming one, as well.

 But Loxo, I am afraid, did not wish to be cheered or

 charmed, and his eye, roving discontentedly over the

 subjects of Sizzeroo, came to a surprised stop on

 Pansy.

                "What's that?" he coughed, pointing a finger as

 long as a telegraph post at the King's Watch Cat.

                "I am a cat with my tail in a plait,

                I watch out for the King and at danger, cry 'Scat!'

                Can a giant find anything wrong about that?"

 purred Pansy, delighted to find herself the center

 of attraction. Now whether Pansy's saucy verse, or

 the red ribbons in her ears irritated the giant and re-

 minded him of his grievance, I cannot say, I only

 know that he gave a sudden grunt and then, blow-

 ing his lips first in and then out, cried furiously,

 "Wrong? Everything is wrong! I don't care a cooky

 how you wear your hair, trim up your cats, make

 your fortunes or run your ridiculous island, except

 when you run it into me. What I care about is this

 bump on my head and for tha~I'll tak~I'll-"

 Savagely the glance of Loxo ranged from one end

 of the island to the other, settling at last on a small

 figure that had just run out of the palace and was

 standing quietly beside the King. "I'll take that boy

 to lace my boots," he roared vindictively. "And I'll

 take him now!"

 HAPTER 3

 Waddy Fools the Giant

 AT Loxo's dreadful decision the King

 gave a bounce that dislodged his crown and a

 groan that loosened three of his favorite

 teeth. Indeed, the whole island groaned as one,

 and if you have never beard 769 Umbrellians,

 46 cows, 37 sheep, 22 horses, 13 dogs, a herd

 of goats and a flock of Umbrella Birds groan

 as one, you can have no idea of the sorrowful

 sound that presently

 arose from the shuddering subjects of Sizzeroo. But

 I am sure you can understand it when I explain

 that the small figure indicated by the giant was the

 only child of this Island King. Even Loxo was star-

 tled by the ear-shattering cry and, with the hand he

 had ready to snatch the child still poised in air, he

 blinked uncomfortably downward.

                "Oh!" panted Sizzeroo. Taking advantage of the

 short delay, he turned first to Bamboula and then to

 Kachewka. "What would you suggest? What would

 you advise?"

                Bamboula had not strength to raise even a drum

 stick, but Kachewka, feeling that Waddy had been

 handling the giant with great cleverness until the

 unfortunate interruption of Pansy, again sneezed

 five times. So Waddy, giving the cord round his

 great waist a tremendous tug again stepped forward

 to see what could be done.

                "Your Greatness is right," he shouted valiantly.

 "It was inexcusably careless for us to hit you in the

 head with our island and this boy"-Waddy's voice

 trembled woefully as he pointed to the little figure

 beside Sizzerro - "this boy will make but small

 amends for such an injury. Therefore, I beg that

 Your Greatness will give us three months to prepare

 and train him for the task and honor that has come

 to him. Three months, 0 Loxo !"

                Now, Waddy's voice, loud but coaxing, had a re-

 markable effect on the scowling giant. His hand

 dropped heavily to his side and with a solemn nod

 he regarded the Wizard. After all, three months is

 but an hour to an ogre and the request of Waddy

 seemed reasonable enough.

                "See that you teach him well, then," he rumbled

 testily. "It breaks my back to lean over and lace my

 boots and I'll break his if he does it wrong. I toler-

 ate no knots, and if you do not have the boy ready

 in three months I will find you wherever you are,

 break the island off this umbrella and save it up for

 a rainy day. Mind that. Remember now, no knots!"

                "Not a knot," promised Waddy in a hollow voice.

 So the giant, after a baleful glare at Sizzeroo, let

 go the handle of the umbrella and strode sulkily to-

 ward a mountain he sometimes used as a bench.

 Umbrella Island, released from his horrid grip,

 soared buoyantly aloft, then quickly righting itself

 and guided by the Wizard's marvelous steering con-

 trol, sailed smoothly and rhythmically toward the set-

 ting sun.

 The clouds and evening sky had never been more

 rosy, but without a glance or a thought for their

 beauty, the Umbrellians moved slowly toward their

 homes, picking up their scattered belongings as they

 trudged along, casting sorrowful and frightened

 glances over their shoulders at the little group on

 the terrace. In stunned silence, Sizzeroo had heard

 the Wizard's promise and watched the giant depart.

 Turning to Waddy he pressed his hand convulsively.

                "How can I ever thank you," wheezed the poor

 King in a choked whisper. "You have, by your quick

 thought and action, saved us from a horrible dis-

 aster."

                "Only postponed it, I fear," sighed Waddy, leaning

 heavily against the silver umbrella shaft.

                "But anything may happen in three months," Barn-

 boula reminded them hopefully. "A war-a fortu-

 nate accident-"

                "Yes, at least you have gained us some time," ad-

 mitted Kachewka grudgingly. "But the whole thing

 is perfectly preposterous and impossible. In the first

 place"

                "I'm a girl," announced the calm voice of the

 King's only child, offspring, successor and descend-

 ant. "And how could I lace that fellow's boots when

 I cannot even braid my own hair?"

 "Yes, and this is what comes of wearing it in one

 braid like a boy and dashing about without sense or

 ceremony," complained Kachewka, whom grief al-

 ways made cross and sarcastic. "Oh, why did you

 have to come running out at that particular minute?

 Why can you not stay quietly in the castle, embroid-

 ering birds on screens and fans or or reading. I

 suppose you were reading at the time we struck the

 giant?"

                "Oh yes," sighed the Princess, holding up the huge

 volume she still had clutched under her arm. "Some-

 thing did knock me out of my chair, but the story

 was so interesting I did not bother about that, but

 when all the pictures and ornaments began to fall

 down on my head, I thought I'd better come out and

 see what Father was doing."

 Then remembering the terrible fright she had got

 when she first caught sight of Loxo, and at the awful

 thought of lacing his boots, the unfortunate child

 began to cry softly into her purple silk handkerchief.

                "No wonder she rushed out of the castle," groaned

 Sizzeroo, tearing the bow off his beard and throwing

 it on the ground. "I might have killed you all, rush-

 ing into a great hulk of a giant, knocking everything

 east and west. It's all my fault! All my fault. I'll

 have myself beheaded at once. Meander! Meander!

 Call the executioner. I am a miserable, muddled,

 marble headed old monster!"

                "Yes, but even so, we are monstrously fond of

 you," sighed Waddy, waving the messenger away

 and picking up the sobbing little Princess. "Come,

 the evening star is directly over your Majesty's head.

 It is a good omen! Come, let us return quietly to the

 palace and there in solemn conference, take counsel

 and devise some plan to outwit this outrageous en-

 emy."

                "How about supper?" purred Pansy, blinking her

 eyes sleepily. "I, for one, cannot think on an empty

 stomach."

                "You were thinking with your stomach when you

 made that verse, I suppose," suggested Kachewka,

 staring bitterly at the King's Watch Cat. "When I

 sneeze for silence, I expect silence. Waddy was pro-

 gressing splendidly when you put in your miserable

 Purr. You did it on purpose and now that you have

 ruined everything, I hope you are satisfied."

                "Ah, Pansy meant no harm," Sizzeroo assured him

 hastily. "If I had listened to Pansy, we would never

 have run into the giant."

                So, arguing and explaining and anxiously convers-

 ing, the King and his counselors entered the many-

 windowed palace. Here silken coated, soft slippered

 attendants were already engaged in restoring order,

 sweeping up broken glass, straightening pictures

 and hangings, removing all trace of the unfortunate

 accident that threatened to change the whole history

 of the happy little isle.

  

 CHAPTER 4

 The King's Counselors Disagree

                IN the great blue council chamber there was not

 a sound except the snores of Meander, the King's

 messenger, asleep on a bench beside the throne,

 and the occasional sneezes of Kachewka, who was por-

 ing earnestly over the Encyclopedia of Giants, from

 which he hoped to extract some helpful information

 about Loxo the Lucky. Sizzeroo had finally taken

 Pansy's advice and the royal household had dined,

 though very sorrowfully.

                Then, Reeda, the little Princess, after being solemnly

 assured that she would never be turned over to the

 giant, had gone happily to bed with her favorite vol-

 ume of Unfairy Tales. So fond of reading was the

 King's small daughter that she had been jokingly

 nicknamed "Gureeda Book" by the merry old Wiz-

 ard, and in spite of the annoyance of Kachewka, who

 was a stickler for dignity and order, the name had

 stuck. No wonder! This strange child was never

 without a huge story book and during all the amaz-

 ing voyages of Umbrella Island and even during the

 visits of powerful kings and rulers, the Princess

 could not be coaxed to raise her eyes from the

 printed page. Like many another, Gureeda pre-

 ferred reading about adventures, to having them.

 And now, snuggled down on her cozy canopied couch

 she was soon so engrossed in the history of a silver

 dragon that she completely forgot the ugly giant

 and his boot laces.

                But the King, Waddy, Kachewka and Bamboula

 and all the rest of the Umbrellians could think of

 nothing else. Even Pansy, coiled up on the window

 ledge above Sizzeroo's head, even Pansy, usually so

 saucy and sociable, stared mournfully and silently

 out at the stars as Umbrella Island skimmed lightly

 and smoothly and soundlessly across the evening sky.

                As for Sizzeroo, his appearance eloquently ex-

 pressed his feelings. His braided beard and whiskers

 were tied with old shoe strings; instead of his crown

 he had on a shabby black skull cap and wore also

 the grey carpet slippers and snuff colored robe he

 had so gloomily resolved upon when he ran into the

 giant. With his elbows resting on the carved table in

 front of him, he glanced anxiously from one to the

 other of his counselors. Waddy, his plump hands

 clasped on his huge stomach, was staring unhappily

 at the ceiling. Bamboula, his drum on the floor be-

 tween his knees and a drum stick behind each ear,

 looked thoughtfully down at the carpet. Neither

 spoke, nor moved and after an hour of this utter

 and awful silence. Sizzeroo could contain himself no

 longer.

                "Merciful Mariners!" cried the King, bounding

 out of his seat and thumping frantically on the table.

 "Have you thought of nothing yet? Why can we not

 sail at full speed to the other side of the world and

 stay there?"

                "Because" Kachewka looked morosely up from

 the huge volume before him-"it says here that Loxo

 is possessed of a magic magnet with which he can

 draw to himself anything he desires. If, therefore,

 we fail to return of our own free will, he can force

 us to do so by using this powerful magnet."

                "Ugh !" Falling into his seat, Sizzeroo clasped his

 head in both hands. "Then what are we to do? De-

 stroy him by force of arms?"

                "Whose?" demanded Waddy practically. "Your

 Majesty must remember that our Parashooters would

 do small damage to a creature of that size and solid-

 ity. But be patient, I beg of you. Acres of hours

 stretch ahead of us and in due course we will find

 some way out of this dreadful dilemma."

                "So that's what you call it," sniffed the King in a

 desperate voice, and seeing his Master was on the

 verge of tears, Bamboula beat a hasty measure on

 his drum.

                "I have something to suggest now," announced

 Bamboula, as all eyes turned hopefully toward him.

 "I suggest that we rise and sing the National An-

 them."

                "Umbrella Island, Low or High

                Umbrella Island far or nigh

                where'er you rest, where'er you fly

                On land or sea, on sea or sky, My Island!"

                "You're always suggesting simple things," grum-

 bled Kachewka, getting unwillingly to his feet, but

 Bamboula had already flung open the long windows

 and was bawling boisterous directions to the crowd

 in the Royal Courtyard. They had been patiently

 waiting for good news from the council chamber,

 but lustily and obediently raised their voices and

 umbrellas in an effort to cheer the unhappy King. I

 cannot tell you exactly how the tune of this anthem

 goes, but here are the words, as well as I can remem-

 ber them.

                Umbrellians all now stand and cheer

                Our Island Highland home so dear,

                Give three huzzahs and loud applause,

                For your land and for my land!

                Give three cheers for our Suzerain

                King Sizzeroo! Three cheers again!

                Long live the King-King Sizzeroo

                Long live the wise old wizard who

                Has sent us wizzing here and yon

                And there and back and up and on!

                Now cheer our sage Kachewka Chew

                And three for Bam Barn Boula Boo.

                Now one for me and one for you

                And three more for our island!

                The vigorous rendering of the National Anthem

 had set every curtain in the council chamber aflutter

 and even awakened Meander, but Sizzeroo did not

 even raise his head.

                "There, there! Do you feel any better?" Bamboula

 patted the King sympathetically on the back.

                "Worse," mumbled Sizzeroo, covering his face with

 his arms. "I do not deserve to live long. There's

 such a lump in my throat I cannot even swallow."

                "Meander, just fetch his Majesty a cough drop,"

 directed Kachewka and sinking into his chair, he

 again began his earnest perusal of the Encyclopedia

 of Giants. Then, quite suddenly, the King's sage

 snatched off his specs and sprang into the air.

                "I have it! I have it!" he sputtered, snapping his

 fingers energetically and bursting into his usual

 spasm of sneezes.

                "The flu-a fit or an idea?" inquired Waddy indul-

 gently.

                "The solution of our difficulties," cried Kachewka,

 controlling himself with a great effort. "As you

 heard him say quite plainly, Loxo is a citizen of Oz

 and therefore subject to its laws and sovereign. Now

 then, do you for one minute suppose that Ozma, the

 amiable and charming young ruler of Oz a ruler

 whom we have heard praised on all sides for her

 gentleness and wisdom - do you suppose Ozma would

 permit one of her subjects to enslave one of ours for

 pernicious boot-lacing purposes? No, certainly not!"

 Kachewka answered himself to save time and argu-

 ment. "Therefore, our procedure is clear. We have

 but to anchor over The Emerald City, Ozma's capital,

 send a representative from this island to explain the

 matter to her and her advisers and let Ozrna herself

 handle this great rogue of a giant. At the court of

 Ozma, as you well know, is the famous Wizard of Oz.

 Should Loxo refuse to obey the ruler of his country

 and give up all claim to our King's child, the Wizard

 can, by his magic, change him into a pigmy or goat

 and render him safe and harmless."

                The King, as Kachewka explained his plan, bright-

 ened up considerably.

 "Splendid! Splendid!" he murmured in a relieved

 voice. "Run up on the terrace at once, Kachewka,

 and set our course for the Emerald City of Oz."

                "One moment, your Highness!" Waddy heaved

 himself sternly out of his chair. "You will first ac-

 cept my resignation as Wizard of this Island."

 "W-W-hat?" gulped Sizzeroo, taking a hasty swal-

 low from the glass of water Meander had brought

 with the cough drop. "Whatever-and-ever's the mat-

 ter with you?"

                "Well, if your Majesty has no confidence in ME,

 if you intend to call in strange wizards to settle our

 affairs, I cannot see that I am needed any longer-

 er-professionally." Gathering his voluminous robe

 together and sweeping up his book of magic, Waddy

 strode heavily toward the door.

                "He's jealous," purred Pansy, waving her tail

 backward and forward. "These wizards are worse

 than the women."

                "Waddy!" wailed Sizzeroo, putting out a pleading

 hand. "Don't leave me this way. You know I would

 not even have my hair cut without your advice and

 approval. After all, Kachewka's plan was merely a

 suggestion!"

                "And a thumping good one," persisted Kachewka,

 jerking his braided beard impatiently.

                "I do not say it has not its points," conceded

 Waddy, stopping pompously in his doorward march,

 "but have you considered the matter from Ozma's

 Point of view? After all, we know very little of this

 Young and powerful girl ruler. She may be as kind

 as you say, on the other hand, the stories of her

 kindness may be greatly exaggerated. We did knock

 the giant on the face. Will she overlook that en-

 tirely? She will certainly exact some satisfaction for

 his injury. Why, she might even hold us for invasion

 and trespassing."

                "But-but isn't the air free?" quavered Sizzeroo,

 clasping and unclasping his hands unhappily.

                "Free to birds, but not to islands. Suppose," Wad-

 dy went on gravely, "suppose we anchored over the

 Emerald City without warning to the inhabitants.

 Before we could send down a messenger, might not

 Ozma and this wonderful wizard take us for en-

 emies, direct a destructive ray upon us or even trans-

 port our island to some distant and desolate ocean?"

                "Oh! Oh! You terrify me." The King downed at

 one gulp the rest of the water in his glass.

                "Such is not my intention," continued the Wizard

 calmly. "I merely wish to impress upon you the ne-

 cessity for caution in dealing with strange sovereigns

 and wizards. Let us proceed slowly and not stick our

 necks in a noose."

                "It might be well to consider this question fur-

 ther," agreed Kachewka. Waddy's dismal picture of

 their reception in Oz had somewhat dashed the old

 sage's confidence.

                "I knew you would feel as I do about it," sighed

 Waddy, clapping Kachewka heavily on the back.

                "We still have two months, thirty days, twelve hours

 and seven minutes. Let us sleep upon this problem,

 your Majesty. Let us sleep!"

                "Sleep!" groaned poor Sizzeroo. "I shall not close

 an eye."

                "Well," yawned Pansy, with a malicious wink at

 the Wizard, "we can at least shut our mouths." Miss-

 ing very cleverly the ink well Kachewka flung after

 her, the Watch Cat stalked sedately from the throne

 room.

 CHAPTER 5

 Speedy and the Dinosaur

 DON'T see any camp Uncle Billy.

 Are you sure we took the right turn after we

 left the springs?"

                "According to this map we did." Easing

 himself forward in the saddle, the boy's tall

 and bronzed companion squinted anxiously

 down the rocky trail. "It should be some-

 where in this valley, Speedy."

                "Well, Unc, I hope you're right." Shoving

 back his broad brimmed felt, Speedy peered rather

 dubiously into the bare and stony ravine below.

                "Say, do you think this archaeology stuff is going

 to be as keen as our trip through the Yellowstone?"

 Without answering, his uncle nodded emphatically,

 his eyes still fixed on the map he held in one hand

 while he competently but carelessly managed his

 horse With the other. The two travellers had been

 vacationing for a month in the great National Park

 -mountain climbing, riding, driving and fishing.

 The immense geysers in the upper and lower basins,

 the giant paint pots spurting up grotesque figures of

 pink and yellow mud, the glass cliffs, the thundering

 water falls and last of all, the flaming gorge of the

 Yellowstone River had filled them with astonishment

 and delight. As they stood on Point Lookout, gazing

 down into the Grand Canyon, Nature's great silent

 city of rainbow-hued rock, ranging in color from

 palest yellow to clearest scarlet, Speedy had sharply

 drawn in his breath.

                "This-this reminds me of Oz," he exclaimed so~

 ly. "Why, it's the nearest thing to Oz I've seen in

 America."

                "Oh, you and your Oz." Uncle Billy sniffed good

 naturedly. "You never will get over it, will you?"

                "I should hope not." Speedy lowered his field glass-

 es, with a broad grin. "And when you finish your

 second rocket plane, we'll both go there." In his

 huge work shop on Long Island, Speedy's uncle was

 assembling his second skyrocket. The first had gone

 off too quickly, leaving the scientist behind, but car-

 rying his young nephew to that faraway and famous

 Fairyland of Oz. After most amazing adventures in

 Oz, Speedy had been sent home by Ozma's magic

 belt. Home, to Speedy, meant the large rambling

 house near Garden City, Long Island, where he had

 lived with his uncle ever since he was a small boy

 of two. Both of Speedy's parents had been lost on a

 South Sea exploring expedition, when their ship had

 been wrecked in a hurricane. Speedy himself, for-

 tunately left in New York with his nurse, had been

 promptly adopted by the famous uncle, for whom he

 was named. But no one ever called him William or

 Bill. His lightning speed on the track and baseball

 field had brought him the nickname of Speedy and

 even Uncle Billy had almost forgotten that the boy

 was named for him.

                Uncle Billy's full name, and you may have heard

 it yourself in scientific circles, was William I. Harm-

 stead and although he was an inventor of immense

 skill and international reputation, he was as fond of

 base-ball and other outdoor sports as Speedy himself,

 so no wonder the two got on well together and never

 seemed to miss the usual family life enjoyed by other

 people.

                For two years now, Uncle Billy had been working

 busily on his Skyrocket Number 2. But perfecting

 the intricate mechanics of the rocket plane was a

 long and tedfous task and when he was ordered to

 take an immediate rest by his doctors, the inventor

 had reluctantly dropped everything and brought

 Speedy to Yellowstone Park. Here, they had done

 everything but rest and, having covered the park

 pretty thoroughly, were on their way to join the

 archaeological expedition of Professor Sanderson.

                The Professor, an English friend of Speedy's

 uncle, had reported the exciting discovery of some

 prehistoric remains in Wyoming, just beyond the

 park limits. Prehistoric remains had sounded rather

 awful to Speedy, but his uncle was so set on a visit

 to the Professor's camp that he had pretended an

 interest he was far from feeling. He meant to spend

 his time hunting, fishing and exploring the caves and

 caverns of the district, while the two scientists talked

 learnedly of jurassic, triassic and other unspellable

 eras. Digging for the bones of prehistoric monsters

 seemed a dull and monotonous occupation to the ac-

 tive young American.

                "Now if it were buried treasure," mused the boy

 dreamily to himself, as his pony picked its way

 warily down the treacherous slope, "buried treasure,

 or long forgotten pirate chests, that - well that,

 would be different. But bones!" Speedy wrinkled

 his nose with distaste, and then at a sudden exclama-

 tion from Uncle Billy, urged his horse forward.

                "There! See that rough cabin below and the

 tents? There's the camp, there!" Uncle Billy's voice

 trembled with excitement and anticipation and

 Speedy felt a stir of curiosity and interest. Although

 the Sanderson camp was now plainly in view, it took

 an hour's cautious riding to bring them down to

 edge of the stream that ran behind the Professor's

 cabin. The stony little valley was marked by the

 same brilliantly colored rock and mineral formation

 that marked the Yellowstone. There were few trees,

 scarcely any vegetation and a strong smell of sul-

 phur hung in the air. In addition to the main cabin

 there were seven tents and a rough shelter built over

 a huge tarpaulin-covered mound in the center of the

 encampment. Various tools and excavating instru-

 ments lay scattered about, but there was no sign

 anywhere of the Professor or his associates.

                Dismounting stiffly, Speedy and his uncle hurried

 from tent to tent, in hopes of finding someone. It

 was long past noon and they were both looking for-

 ward to a hearty welcome and an appetizing lunch.

                "Do you suppose they've gone for good?" asked

 Speedy, as they pushed open the door of the cabin.

 "Aha! A note!" Conspicuously displayed on the

 rough table in the center of the one-roomed shack

 was a large sheet of white paper. Snatching it up

 hastily, Speedy handed it over to his uncle.

                "Dear Will: Have gone back into the hills to verify

 some important data. Make yourselves comfortable.

 You'll find plenty to eat on the shelves and just use

 this place as your own. Back to-morrow. Faithfully,

 Paul."

                "I hope he left us something better than data,"

 grumbled Speedy, as his uncle finished reading the

 note. He had had some rather disappointing dinners

 with Uncle Billy's scientific friends. "I'm starved!"

                "Oh, we'll soon cure that." Uncle Billy eyed the

 shelves critically. "Let's see, here's coffee, canned

 beans, canned tomatoes, crackers, cheese, jam and

 sugar. You just unsaddle the horses, my boy, and

 bring in some wood and I'll have dinner ready in a

 jiffy."

                Beyond the last tent there was a rough shed for

 the horses, and after unsaddling the weary beasts,

 giving them a drink and a good measure of oats and

 bran, Speedy gathered up some firewood and hur-

 ried back to the Professor's shack. True to his word,

 Uncle Billy had set the table with the crude but use-

 ful camp ware and was now busily opening cans,

 Slicing bread and measuring out coffee.

                Lighting a fire in the small stove was the work

 but a moment and in spite of their disappointment

 in finding no one at home, the travellers were soon

 enjoying a merry and satisfying meal. After

 clearing away the dishes and putting everything

 apple-pie order, Uncle Billy settled himself calmly

 on the steps of the cabin. Lighting his pipe, he gazed

 dreamily off into the distance, seeing not the curious

 and lovely colors of the rock strata before him, but

 the intricate and to him still lovelier conglomeration

 of metal tubes, wheels, rods and pistons that made

 up his beloved rocket plane. Speedy, after casting

 a speculative look at the stream and wondering just

 what it offered in the way of fish, clattered noisily

 down the four plank steps.

                "Gee whiskers, Unc! Are you going to sit here all

 afternoon like a one-legged sailor? Come on, let's

 look around and see if we can stir up some fun."

                "Fun?" Uncle Billy looked vaguely disturbed. "I'm

 sure there is nothing of that sort around here, and

 besides don't you think it would be more polite for

 us to wait for the Professor?"

                "Huh! Polite people usually get left," observed

 Speedy, who had learned this disconcerting fact the

 previous summer at camp. "Your Professor was not

 very polite to us, so far as I can see, and what's

 the harm in looking at things?"

                With a sigh Uncle Billy rose, tapped the ashes

 from his pipe and started resignedly after his tire-

 less young nephew. Without bothering with the tents

 or work sheds, Speedy was heading straight for the

 canvas~covered mound under the wooden shelter in

 the center of the camp. The canvas was pegged

 down securely and a roughly printed tag was tied

 to the largest peg.

                "Complete skeleton and bones of a mezozoic dino-

 saur. Unearthed and assembled by Paul Sanderson,

 F.R.G.S. F.Z.S."

                "Why all the initials?" inquired Speedy, raising

 one eyebrow. "I'll bet it means he was Frighted by a

 Green Snake Friday, Zeptember Seventeenth."

                "Those initials show he is a Fellow of the Royal

 Geographic and Zoological Societies of England," re-

 plied Uncle Billy calmly. "And so these are the pre-

 historic remains. Wonder what they'll look like?"

                "That remains to be seen," chuckled Speedy, wig-

 gling one of the pegs experimentally.

                "Not till the Professor returns," said his uncle,

 shaking his head firmly.

                "What? Not even one little peek? Aw, Unc!

 What harm would it do to lift a couple of pegs and

 find out what sort of a dino this might be?"

                "Well-" Uncle Billy sniffed guardedly, but his

 curiosity was fast getting the best of his caution.

 "I don't suppose it would do any real harm. I under-

 stand the bones have been air conditioned and treat-

 ed to resist moisture. In fact, Paul wrote me that

 they were all ready for shipment."

                "Here's a pulley," volunteered Speedy, recognizing

 the unmistakable signs of weakening in his only

 relation, family and guardian. "All we have to do

 is loosen the pegs, roll up the canvas and there he'll

 be!" Speedy might have saved his breath, for Uncle

 Billy was already removing the pegs with swiftness

 and precision. So the boy bent his efforts to winding

 uP the canvas covering and in less than twenty

 minutes they were gazing breathlessly at an orderly

 array of immense yellowed bones. Each bone was

 nubered and tagged and the curious collection rest-

 ed on a soft bed of cedar shavings.

                "Just like a jig saw puzzle," mused Speedy, wist-

 fully touching one of the tremendous curving ribs.

 "Wouldn't it be keen fun to put it together? What

 did these old wanguses look like, anyway?"

                Drawing a small note book from his pocket, Uncle

 Billy sketched the crude model of a dinosaur-that

 strange, flat-headed monster with a long snake-like

 neck, short front legs, long back legs and an im-

 mense and powerful tail.

                "A bit kangarooish," decided Speedy, squinting

 knowingly at the sketch. "Look, Uncle Billy, those

 tail bones are just like a ladder with the edges in

 the center. I'll bet we could fit this big Bonaparte

 together in an hour. What do you say?"

                "Humph," grunted his uncle thoughtfully, "it

 wouldn't be much use placing the bones on the

 ground in order-the two sides would all pile up

 together."

                "Oh, that wouldn't matter," answered Speedy reck-

 lessly. "It would be grand fun and would give us a

 fine notion of the creature's size. Look! You start

 at the head, I'll start at the tail and we'll meet in

 the rib section."

                "But-er-er." Uncle Billy eyed the great mass

 of bones nervously. "We really should do nothing

 of the sort. Exhibits of this kind are extremely val-

 uable and should not be touched without permission

 of the discoverer."

                "Well, even if the Professor did come back and he

 said he would not be back till to-morrow, he'd only

 think we were taking a big interest in his work,"

 argued Speedy coaxingly. "We'll have time to put

 him together and take him apart. Come on, Unc,

 be a sport!" Picking up the smallest of the immense

 vertebrae that made up the tail and spinal column,

 he set it carefully at the extreme end of the pro-

 tected enclosure. After a few more weak arguments,

 for he was almost as eager to put the monster to-

 gether as his nephew, Uncle Billy located the elon-

 gated flat skull of the dinosaur. Without speaking,

 they worked industriously and with surprising skill

 and accuracy began placing the monster's bones in

 their approximate place and position.

                "Of course, it isn't as interesting as if we could

 wire them together," sighed Speedy, proudly regard-

 ing the completed tail bones. "Why, if these ribs

 were fastened to the back bone they'd make a giant

 bird cage."

                "And just about right for a bird like you," smiled

 Uncle Billy, half closing his eyes as he set a huge

 shin bone in its exact and correct position. In silence

 they wielded and arranged the tremendous ribs, and

 the legs and claws having already been set in place,

 drew back to admire their handiwork.

                "Just an hour," announced Uncle Billy, snapping

 open his watch, "and there's another hour before

 sun-down, so we had better mix up this old Jig Saw

 Bones and put him back to bed."

                "I only wish I could have seen a live one," mused

 Speedy, stepping in closer, "you know, I wish-"

                What Speedy wished, Uncle Billy never knew, for

 first there was a deafening explosion, then the

 ground on all sides began to crack and tremble and,

 with the rush of an erupting volcano, a long dormant

 but tremendously powerful geyser burst through the

 earth's surface, catapulting the boy and the dino-

 saur aloft in a smoking, roaring phosphorescent tor-

 rent.

                Speedy, almost knocked senseless by the force of

 the explosion, half drowned and choked by the scald-

 ing spray, found himself shooting skyward at a

 terrific pace and in all the rush and confusion was

 scarcely conscious of holding fast to a mighty rib

 of the dinosaur. But to that rib he was clinging as

 desperately as a sailor clings to a spar of wood in a

 ship-wreck, both eyes shut and his teeth clamped

 tightly together.

                After what seemed to be hours and hours of sky-

 rocketing, Speedy cautiously opened one eye, and

 you can imagine his astonishment to find himself

 occupying the giant bird cage made by the dinosaur's

 chest cavity, while, rattling along like castanets,

 came the rest of the monster skeleton, for the bones

 had been miraculously and correctly welded together

 by the hot molten minerals of the geyser. A large

 wedge of the transparent mineral formation had

 closed the opening where the ribs ended and through

 the bony bars of this dismaying prison Speedy looked

 wildly at the rapidly changing sky line.

                The geyser had finally spent itself, but the impetus

 given its two victims still kept them hurling upward.

 Realizing only vaguely what had happened, Speedy

 peered out through the monster's ribs, groaning as

 he reflected that all the distance they were travelling

 upward they would plunge back when the force of

 the geyser was finally exhausted.

                "And what a crash that will be," shuddered the

 little boy, shivering with fright and discomfort. At

 first, he had been nearly scalded in the steaming tor-

 rent of the geyser and now he felt keenly the cold

 blasts of the upper air. He was so taken up with his

 own woes and bewilderments that he was scarcely

 aware of a high complaining voice, whistling past

 his ears with the wind.

                "Oh, what am I doing up here so light and so dizzy-

 like?" wailed the voice plaintively. "What is this

 lump in my chest that keeps knocking against the

 ribs? Did I swallow a rock or a turtle? Am I catch-

 ing oldmonia or what ever? Where am I? Where

 was I? Let me go back! Oh, my dear self, let me

 think! Now then, the last thing I remember was

 nibbling the delicious top of a frugamunt tree. Then

 -then-!"

                The fossil's voice rose in triumphant little

 screeches. "I remember now! I remember, a mo-

 gerith rushed upon me, just as my dear mama told

 me it would some day. It fastened its long teeth in

 my neck. All became dark. I knew nothing and yet,

 if that was the end of me, what am I doing up here?

 At least, my bones are here. I can think, I can speak,

 I can fly, but what was my name? Who was I? Who

 am I? Wh~ooooo!"

                As the monster cried "who" in its fearful hollow

 voice it turned its bony skull around, and looked pite-

 ously down into the face of poor Speedy. In the huge

 eye sockets of the head rolled two bright and intelli-

 gent balls of phosphorus and these flashing eyes,

 coupled with the rest of the shocking experience,

 were too much for any boy to endure in silence.

                "Oh!" screamed Speedy, pressing back as far as

 he could. "This, this is terrybubble!" Of course, he

 had meant to say "terrible," but his teeth were chat-

 tering so madly it sounded exactly as I have spelled

 it.

                "Terrybubble," repeated the dinosaur shrilly.

 "Are you sure that's my name? Dear, dear, and can

 it be so? I'm talking to myself now and have a voice

 in my chest as well as in my throat."

                "I'm not a voice, I'm a boy," shouted Speedy, re-

 gaining a little of his composure and wondering how

 in creation this prehistoric bony wreck had ever

 come to life. "You're a dinosaur and I'm a boy-a

 BOY, understand?"

                "A boy, what is a boy?" whistled the monster, wag-

 ging his head sadly from left to right. "There were

 no animals like boys in the Valley of Virtula. How

 small and soft you seem and what are you doing in

 my chest?"

                "Oh!" groaned Speedy, after another long shud-

 dering look into the eyes of his companion, "Does it

 matter? We'll probably crash to earth in a minute

 or two and be nothing but a heap of wreckage. So

 let's not argue. I'll be smashed flat and, centuries

 later, some scientist or other will find my bones all

 mixed up with yours, proving that man did exist in

 the mezozoic era, which we both know to be im-

 possible."

                "Do we?" The monster sighed mildly. "I do not

 understand at all what you are talking about, but it

 does sound comforting-so very comforting."

                "Comforting!" Speedy sniffed furiously to show

 his scorn and contempt for a creature who thought

 a smash-up or rather a smash-down would be com-

 forting. Then, taking another look into the bony

 and puzzled face of Terrybubble, he relented a little.

 "You're not such a bad old fossil at that," he admit-

 ted guardedly. "Not a bad old fossil at all!"

                "Young fossil," corrected the dinosaur, looking

 back reproachfully. "I was slain by a mogerith in

 the four hundredth year of my youth."

                "Yes, but your bones are thousands of years old

 now, and your bones make you an old fossil, but even

 so I'm sorry I got you into this."

                "Did you get me into this?" The monster rolled

 his eyes in surprise. "Oh, I don't mind," he added

 generously.          "It is rather pleasant going, if you

 ask me."

                "Yes, but we'll soon be going the other way,"

 moaned Speedy. Already he felt their velocity begin

 to slacken. "Then we'll fall and crash to pieces."

                "Why?" demanded Terrybubble, argumentatively.

 "Because everything that goes up must come

 down," explained the little boy, after a thoughtful

 pause.

                "How about hanging on to some of these moun-

 tains?" asked the dinosaur, with surprising intelli-

 gence for a creature with a hollow head.

                "They are nothing but clouds, and we'd just fall

 through them," said Speedy.

                "Nevertheless, I shall try it," declared Terrybub-

 ble, clicking his jaws determinedly. "Ah a! Here's

 one now." And the next moment he actually had

 tried it and to Speedy's amazement, instead of plung-

 ing through the great purple cloud that hung like

 a feathery island in their path, the dinosaur was

 climbing stolidly and unconcernedly aboard.

 CHAPTER 6

 Terrybubble's Island

 "Oh now, this can't last," muttered Speedy, wildly,

 as Terrybubble drew his long black legs over the

 edge of the cloud. "This can't be true. I must

 have hit my head on a bone. I'm delirious or dreaming!"

                But in spite of these misgivings, his enor-

 mous and enterprising steed stepped solidly

 and quite safely along the surface of the cloud.

 The fossil walked like a man, erect on his hind legs,

 his front legs, or rather his front bones, jiggling

 noisily in the wind.

                "Why, it's an island!" gasped Speedy, glancing

 down at the sand and pebbles crunching beneath the

 monster's claws. "An island, but what is an island

 doing in the sky?" Terrybubble had no ideas to offer

 on this subject, but he stopped solemnly in his tracks

 and looked back at Speedy. It had been late after-

 noon when the geyser flung them into the air. Now,

 it was night, and by the light of the moon and stars,

 which seemed dazzlingly bright and near, the little

 boy nervously examined the tropical scenery of this

 island, which had so miraculously saved them from

 destruction. The portion he could see was entirely

 deserted and, somewhat reassured, he begged Terry-

 bubble to stay where he was, while he tried to find

 some way out of his bony prison. The hardened

 formation of mineral left by the geyser bath had nar-

 rowed the wide spaces between the dinosaur's ribs,

 but after examining them all, Speedy found one

 Space larger than the others. Here, Terrybubble

 showed his presence of mind, proving that air does

 as well as any other stuff for brains, by handing the

 little boy a long, tough vine. Knotting this around

 one of the ribs, Speedy squeezed through the narrow

 aperture and slid thankfully to the ground, where

 he stood for some moments, regarding his gigantic

 companion. He could not help feeling a certain pride

 in Terrybubble, for had he not, after all, been re-

 sponsible for putting the prehistoric monster to-

 gether? The dinosaur on his part considered the

 little boy with frank affection and approval.

                "What now?" he chattered, settling back comfort-

 ably on his powerful tail bones. "It's been so long

 since I was alive, I rather forget about life. Just

 what do I do and how do I do it? Let me see, now,

 there was, of course, eating, drinking, hunting, fight-

 ing and dythrambics. Shall we do a little dythramb-

 mg, boy?"

                "Not now, not now!" exclaimed Speedy, to whom

 the word sounded dreadfully alarming. "And say,

 call me Speedy, old fellow. The first thing to do is

 to keep very quiet till we see whether we're among

 friends or enemies, though even if we are among

 enemies," Speedy grinned suddenly, "with you along

 I'd have nothing to fear. They'd probably take to

 their heels at first sight of you. You know, really

 Terrybubble, you are positively gruesome."

                "I thought I grew some myself, during that ex-

 plosion," admitted Terrybubble, waggling his head

 in immense satisfaction. "And I like these eyes so

 much better than the old ones," he confided candidly.

 "They light up better and we can see each other no

 matter how dark it grows."

                "But won't you miss your body?" asked Speedy

 after a little silence, during which he settled himself

 with his back cozily against a sand dune.

                "Not at all," the dinosaur assured him promptly.

 "Without a stomach, I'll be spared all the bother of

 eating, and I feel lighter, somehow, without all those

 other organs and all that weight aboard-more free

 and dythrambic, if you know what I mean, though

 I cannot understand how I am alive without a heart

 to beat. Dear Mama always told me if a mogerith

 got the best of me, my heart would stop beating, my

 breath would stop and that would be the end. Well,

 a mogerith did get me, my breath did stop, but it

 certainly was not the end, for here I am soaring

 around in my bones with a talking animal called

 Speedy. I simply cannot understand it at all."

                "I can't understand it myself," mused Speedy,

 thoughtfully. "Especially the talking part. I didn't

 know you dinosaurs spoke our language."

                "It was probably our language before it was

 yours," stated Terrybubble rather stiffly, "with of

 course the addition of the snorts and rumbles. Oh,

 my dear self! I wonder if I can snort and rumble

 as I used to do." Opening his jaws, Terrybubble was

 about to experiment, when Speedy bounced to his

 feet.

                "Oh, hush!" he begged desperately. "We don't

 want to be found just yet. If you snort and rumble

 you'll have the whole island down upon us. They

 might even push you over the edge and then where'd

 you be? Do have a little sense," he urged, mopping

 his forehead anxiously. "Gee whiz, I wish Uncle

 Billy were here and could see you now."

                "What's an Uncle Billy?" inquired Terrybubble,

 reluctantly giving up the idea of snorts and rumbles.

 "Is it a little tiny animal like you?"

                "Like me, but bigger," sighed Speedy, sinking

 Wearily back against the dune. The last hour had

 been an exhausting one and he felt an overpowering

 desire to fall asleep. "Uncle Billy helped me put

 Your bones together. You really did perish when

 that mogerith bit you, Terrybubble, and were out

 of things for thousands of years," he told the dino-

 saur solemnly. "Then a Professor chap dug up and

 collected all of your bones to send to a museum.

 Uncle Billy and I happened to visit the place where

 he had them and while he was away we put you

 together to see how you'd look. Then that geyser

 came exploding along, glued you together and blew

 us both sky high."

                "But what is a geyser?" whistled Terrybubble,

 pulling without effort the top leaf from a nearby

 palm and drawing it reflectively through his teeth.

                "Well, it's a sort of warm, bubbling mineral

 spring," said Speedy slowly, "but this geyser was

 more like a volcano, and it must have been different

 from every other geyser, for it brought you to life

 after you'd been dead for centuries and centuries."

                "In other words, my bones sprang to life in a,

 warm exploding mineral spring. Nothing so strange

 about that," decided the dinosaur comfortably.

 "Life is full of spring and springs are full of life, but

 isn't it fortunate I have such beautiful bones?"

                "Well," chuckled Speedy, wishing someone were

 around to hear this comical conversation, "so long

 as you're satisfied! And to think"-the little boy

 could not control a sudden burst of laughter-"to

 think I wanted a wire-haired fox terrier for a pet!"

 Rolling over, Speedy thumped both hands in the

 sand. "Oh, my goodness, gracious grandfathers!"

                "Why cannot I be a pet?" demanded Terrybubble,

 rearing up his head challengingly. "What does a

 wire-haired terrier do that I cannot also accom-

 plish?" The thought of Terrybubble as a pet sent

 Speedy into another muffled gale of laughter. Then

 looking up and seeing the poor fossil looking very

 sorrowful, he felt rather ashamed of himself.

                "A wire-haired terrier is only a little dog, but he

 can chase cats, fetch sticks and balls, bark at bur-

 glars, sleep on the foot of the bed, sort of follow a

 fellow around and be a chum," Speedy explained

 hurriedly.

                "I can be a chum," asserted the dinosaur stiffly.

 He had not the faintest idea what the word meant,

 but was determined to be one anyway. "Show me

 a cat, I'll chase it, and as for following you around,

 I can carry you any place you want to go in my

 chest."

                "That's so," agreed the little boy, thoughtfully. "I

 believe you're going to be a great big help to me,

 Terrybubble."

                "And will you like me as much as a wire-haired

 terrier?" inquired the monster, jealously.

                "Better!" declared Speedy promptly. "And now if

 you'll just keep an eye open for enemies while I

 catch up on some sleep, I'll be your friend, chum and

 champion for life."

                Scarcely realizing he had pledged himself for a

 matter of a hundred centuries, Speedy curled up at

 the foot of the dune and soon fell into a deep and

 untroubled slumber. Terrifying as the past few

 hours had been, he was confident that morning

 would bring some way out of their difficulties. He

 had moments before he actually dozed off when he

 decided that the whole adventure was a dream, that

 he would wake up to find Uncle Billy bending over

 the Professor's stove and that with their morning

 coffee they'd both have a good laugh over his ridicu-

 lous flight with the fossil.

                But when Speedy awakened there was no sign of

 Uncle Billy or the Professor's cabin. Waving palm

 trees were overhead, silvery sand underfoot and sit-

 ting exactly where he had sat the evening before

 was Terrybubble. Speedy rubbed his eyes again to

 make sure he was awake, then rolling over called a

 cheery good morning to the faithful fossil.

                Terrybubble acknowledged the greeting with a

 grave nod and seemed waiting for him to notice

 something. And this he soon did, for beside the dune

 rose a pile of sticks as high as a house and enough

 cocoanuts, bananas and oranges to feed an army

 of monkeys. Terrybubble clicked his teeth self-con-

 sciously and tried to look unconcerned.

                "You said a fox terrier could fetch sticks and balls,

 so I thought I'd bring some, too," he explained in an

 off-hand manner. "I did not know exactly what balls

 were, but these" he indicated the cocoanuts and

 oranges with his left claw-"these looked like the

 word sounded, so I took a chance."

                "Why Terrybubble, how kind you are." In spite

 of himself, Speedy was touched. "These are better

 than balls," he declared, picking up two of the

 oranges. "I can eat these for breakfast, make a fire

 from the wood and if you'll crack open a cocoanut

 I'll have something to drink besides." At this praise,

 Terrybubble was so pleased he gave his tail a tre-

 mendous wag so that the vertebrae rattled like gun

 fire. Speedy cast alarmed glances around to see

 whether anyone heard, but evidently no one did,

 for there seemed nothing to mar the peace of the

 cool May morning. A rocking sensation underfoot

 convinced the boy that the island was still moving,

 but resolving to leave all explorations till after

 breakfast, he built himself a small fire with some

 of the wood, ate two oranges, two bananas and after

 Terrybubble had cracked open two of the cocoanuts

 on a rock, took a long draught of the sweet satisfy-

 ing juice.

                "It's a mean shame you can't eat," murmured

 Speedy regretfully, as Terrybubble sat quietly watch-

 ing him, "but draw up to the fire, old fellow and

 warm your bones and I ask you, is this cozy or is it

 not?"

                Terrybubble, drawing cautiously nearer, nodded

 his great skull. "That red crackling plant you have

 started with the sticks makes me feel very much like

 snorting," he announced dreamily. "Would it be all

 right to snort a bit and rumble? Then I'll leap lightly

 over your head and spin seventy times round on the

 tip of my tail, roll over on my back and-"

                "Not now - not now!" Speedy's voice was still

 cheerful but slightly strained. "We'd better not have

 any of that sort of thing till we see where we are,

 old fellow. And the sooner we look around, the bet-

 ter."

                "Well, just as you say." Terrybubble looked long-

 ingly at the fire and then rose up jerkily on his hind

 claws. "I have put some ferns and leaves in my chest

 to make it more comfortable. I'd rather like to have

 you where I used to carry my heart," explained the

 monster in a slightly embarrassed voice, "and I

 think you'll be safer inside. I don't know much about

 islands and these times but in my time and valley

 there was always danger and fighting."

                "Was there?" Half closing his eyes, Speedy tried

 to picture the prehistoric valley of Terrybubble's

 youth and the dreadful devouring monsters roaming

 about those dreary waste lands. But a sudden dip

 of the island brought him sharply back to the pres-

 ent. Scurrying up the vine he settled comfortably on

 the cushion of leaves in Terrybubble's chest, think-

 ing as he did so that surely no other boy had ever

 had such a strange travelling compartment.

                "Shall I go east or west?" inquired Terrybubble,

 blinking calmly over the waving fronds of palms.

                "Let's keep close to the edge and go completely

 around," decided Speedy, feeling in his pocket to see

 whether he had brought along his knife. "Hey-not

 too close!" he yelled shrilly, as Terrybubble took a

 tremendous leap sideways. "And not too fast, either!

 No use running into that danger you were talking

 about. We'll just walk into it if you don't mind."

                "Like this?" asked the dinosaur, stepping sedately

 along the sandy shore. "But, oh my dear self! I see

 large lumps of shining rock and crystal ahead."

                "Maybe it's a city," answered Speedy sticking his

 head out between Terrybubble's ribs. So far, he him-   

 self could see nothing, but the dinosaur's head was

 nearly twenty feet above his own and he gave Speedy

 glowing descriptions of the masses of brilliant rock

 and crystal shimmering over the tree tops.

                "It must be a city," concluded Speedy, and as Ter-

 rybubble begged him to explain, he tried his best to

 describe the dwellings that beings like himself erect.

                "Are there then no caves?" demanded the monster.

                "Not many," admitted the little boy, at the same

 time reflecting how impossible it was to explain a

 hundred centuries in a few hours. "Just wait till you

 see a city, Terrybubble, then you'll understand, but

 you'll have to be real careful not to tread on anyone

 or switch your tail, for that would knock down the

 houses. I'm afraid you're too big to go in any of the

 houses, but if there's a palace, we might have a look

 at that."

                "A palace!" panted Terrybubble, popping out his

 phosphorescent eyes. "Why the very sound of a pal-

 ace makes me feel positively dythrambic. A palace!

 A palace! Wheee!" and forgetting all about the lit-

 tle boy's warning, the dinosaur set off at such a ter-

 rific pace that Speedy rattled around in his chest like

 one grain of corn in a giant corn popper.

  

 CHAPTER 7

 Kachewka's Good Idea

                IN spite of the cheerful assurances of his wizard,

 Sizzeroo had not slept a wink and now, though it was

 barely seven o'clock, the King was fully dressed and

 pacing in great agitation up and down the royal terrace.

 Dragging themselves reluctantly from their beds, the

 Umbrella guards, courtiers and counselors had also

 been forced to rise and stood yawning about.

                "Well! Well! Have you any new plan for saving

 the Princess?" inquired Sizzeroo, as Waddy bade

 him a sleepy good morning.

                "The beginning of a gigantic plan is even now

 simmering within," confided the Wizard, touching

 his forehead mysteriously.

                "Don't say gigantic," shuddered Sizzeroo fretfully.

 "I cannot even stand the sound of the word."

 "This giant drives us to distraction,

 We don't want words, what we want's action!"

 announced Pansy, who was in her usual place on the

 King's shoulder.

                "Well, the best way to act at a time like this," put

 in Bamboula, executing a double rap-tap on his drum,

 "is to proceed as if nothing at all had happened. Let

 us be happy and cheerful and, to restore our own

 confidence and the confidence of our subjects, allow

 me to suggest a grand procession around the island,

 a procession with flags, flowers, bands, balloons and

 bon-bons. Your Majesty and the Princess will, of

 course, lead off in the silver sedan, carried by sixteen

 bearers, your guards, counselors and courtiers will

 be followed by the boy and girl brigades, the para-

 shooters and the mounted guards and-"

                "But processions make me so tired," complained

 the King; drawing his hand wearily across his fore-

 head.

                "Then you can sleep," proposed Bamboula brightly.

 "While you're asleep you'll not be worrying and

 while you're not worrying the plan of our Wizard

 will be simmering, and simmering."

                "We'll all be simmering," sniffed Kachewka sour-

 ly. "The sun's hot now, and what good a procession

 will do~Chew, Chew Kachew!" The very thought of

 marching so early in the morning made the old coun-

 selor sneeze with vexation. But Sizzeroo was already

 favorably considering the idea, so Meander was dis-

 patched to waken the Princess, and Bamboula, full

 of importance and jollity, began assembling the

 marchers. So skilled and clever was the King's Su-

 jester at this sort of celebration that by nine o'clock

 a glittering and impressive array of Umbrellians

 stood impatiently awaiting the signal to start. And

 that signal, four loud taps on Bamboula's drum, was

 given just as Sizzeroo's silver sedan was borne rap-

 idly down the terrace by the King's sixteen stalwart

 bearers.

                His Highness and Gureeda, dressed in silver em-

 broidered robes, rode calmly in the royal palanquin,

 waving graciously to the populace drawn up on each

 side of the King's Highway-Gureeda a little absent-

 ly, for she was still deeply engrossed in her Unfairy

 Tales. At her feet lay a great heap of red roses and

 each time she came to the end of a page, the charm-

 ing but dreamy little Princess would throw a rose

 to one of Sizzeroo's wildly applauding subjects.

                The combined bands of the island filled the air

 with lively marching tunes, and Sizzeroo, tossing

 bon-bons to the children in the crowd, was soon so

 interested that he forgot for a moment the dreadful

 worry about the giant. Before the imperial palanquin

 stepped Meander, solemnly carrying Pansy on a

 blue brocaded cushion, the Watch Cat nodding her

 head condescendingly to the left and right as the

 procession wound its way grandly along the palm-

 lined highway. After Sizzeroo trudged his three

 counselors, importantly conscious of the great um-

 brella of state held over their heads by a grinning

 black boy. Then came the courtiers, each in his best

 boots and jacket and carrying magnificent silver

 cloth umbrellas.  Back of them the Boy Brigade

 marched smartly, twirling big blue umbrellas and

 the Girl Brigade skipped gayly along under yellow

 parasols.

                Then came the King's parashooters in their bright

 blue uniforms, rimmed with silver braid and their

 gleaming parashoot weapons, and lastly, the mount-

 ed guards, their horses stepping in time to the music

 with arching necks and tossing manes and little

 neighs of excitement and pleasure. The guardsmen

 carried their umbrellas on long poles like lances and

 the effect of the whole procession was so exhilarating

 and so entrancing the Islanders broke light-heartedly

 into the singing of the National Anthem.

                Between each section Bamboula had placed a com-

 pany of bandsmen. Balloons, released by the re-

 sourceful Su-jester from time to time, soared dizzily

 up among the palms and Umbrella Island, moving

 steadily and buoyantly through the clear spring sky,

 seemed almost too small to hold so much gaiety and

 happiness. Sizzeroo was so content he closed his eyes

 for a moment, thinking dreamily of the glamorous

 old days and forgetting all about the anxious new.

 To be perfectly truthful, his Majesty fell fast asleep.

 The marchers had gone perhaps halfway around the

 island when the King woke up with a sudden start,

 conscious that the music of the bands had ceased.

 The crowds along the highway had unaccountably

 disappeared, too.

                "Meander! Meander!" puffed Sizzeroo, leaning out

 of the window of the silver sedan. "What has become

 of the music?"

                Meander, dutifully running around back of the

 palanquin, stared in utter astonishment down the

 highway.

                "King! King!" shouted the messenger in a shrill

 voice. "There's nobody behind us. We're marching

 all by ourselves in a parade of one."

                "What?" exclaimed Sizzeroo, thrusting his head

 still farther out of the window. "Why a moment ago

 we were at the head of the line."

                "Well, now we're at the tail," announced Meander

 mournfully, shading his eyes with one hand and look-

 mg down the deserted highway. "I see a cloud of

 dust. Yes, it must be the procession, but they're go-

 ing the other way, your Majesty. There's someone

 on the other end of the line more interesting than

 we are."

                "Impossible," hissed Pansy, arching her back an-

 grily, while Gureeda, at last aroused from her book,

 looked up to see what was the matter. "Are you

 tamely going to let yourself be imposed upon like

 this, Sizzer? I, for one, refuse to be the tail of a

 procession."

                "The cat tail, you mean," mumbled Meander, "and

 that's what you are, my lady, and you'll just have to

 make the best of it."

                "Turn around," commanded Sizzeroo, tapping the

 bearer nearest him on the shoulder. "Can't you see

 We're going the wrong way? Quick now, step along.

 There's something mighty queer about all this!"

                And there certainly was. For when the sedan of

 Sizzeroo, with Meander panting along behind, caught

 Up with the crowd, no one even gave them a glance.

 In a stupefied, frozen disbelief, the Islanders were

 gazing up at the enormous figure of Terrybubble.

 He stood in the exact center of the King's highway,

 regarding them with a calm aloofness, for you see

 it was Umbrella Island Terrybubble had boarded the

 night before.

                We left him as you doubtless recall, heading reck-

 lessly for the palace. Speedy, by frantic pounding

 and thumping on Terrybubble's ribs, had finally

 halted his exuberant steed. Threatening to leave him

 entirely unless he slackened his mad pace and lis-

 tened to his directions, the little boy by this means

 had managed to bring the dinosaur to a surprising

 state of docility.

                "No matter what we see or run into, do nothing

 till I tell you," warned the shaken and somewhat bat-

 tered little traveller. "And above all, if you come to

 a crowd of people-that is, small beings like myself

 -STOP!"

                So when Terrybubble on his way around the edge

 of the island sighted the tail of the royal procession,

 he obediently stopped. At the same moment one of

 the guardsmen, chancing to glance over his shoul-

 der, caught a glimpse of Terrybubble. The sight of

 the animated fossil was so unnerving that the

 guardsman had pulled up his horse with a gasp and

 touched his comrade on the shoulder and in less than

 a twinkling the whole procession had swung about

 to face the ghastly apparition. All, that is, but the

 bearers of the King's palanquin. Trained to look

 straight ahead, they had tramped solemnly forward.

 but now, instead of being stricken dumb like the

 rest of the Islanders, the bearers gave sixteen blood-

 curdling screeches, dropped the sedan with a thump

 and took to their thirty-two heels. The King and

 Gureeda, almost jolted out of their seats, gave two

 separate exclamations of distress and well they

 might!

                "Meander! Meander!" quavered Sizzeroo, point-

 ing a trembling finger at Terrybubble, "What is

 that?"

                "Dunno~dunno, sir," gulped the poor messenger,

 hugging Pansy to his palpitating bosom.

                "Right the first time," chuckled Speedy, who could

 not have helped laughing even to save his life. For

 almost ten minutes he had been silently waiting for

 the Islanders to take some action, feeling that ex-

 treme caution was his safest course.

                "Why, it is a dinosaur," marvelled the little Prin-

 cess, leaning forward with more curiosity than fear.

 "There is a big book about them in the palace. It-

 it's a prehistoric monster. But, Father, it's only the

 bones!"

                "A-a-skeleton ?" hissed Kachewka convulsively.

 "Now then, I've seen live bodies without bones, but

 never live bones without bodies!"

                "But this-this is monstrous!" sputtered Sizzeroo,

 pushing back his crown. "I start out at the head of

 the procession and find myself at the tail. I reach

 the head and find this-this monster in my place.

 Why this is worse than the giant. Why are you

 standing here like images?" The King waved his

 arms furiously at his parashooters, his guardsmen

 and his courtiers. "Look-it has already swallowed

 this unhappy boy and in a moment will spring upon

 us. I, why I am simply petrified!"

                "And that makes two of us," drawled Terrybubble,

 lowering his great skull toward the King. "I am

 petrified too, and liable, so this boy tells me, to dis-

 integrate any minute."

                "Great lakes, cakes and waffles!" screamed Siz-

 zeroo, ducking down in horror. "Waddy! Waddy!

 Are you going to stand there and let this dinosaur

 devour me. Look-look at his teeth!"

                With quivering chins and popping eyes the Island-

 ers looked, and Terrybubble's teeth, in splendid con-

 dition and a foot long, were far from reassuring.

                "It's a dragon's ghost!" "It's a prehistoric mon-

 ster !" "It's bewitched!" "Shoot it, ram it, push it

 off the island!" they shouted hysterically.

                "Stop! Stop! Stop it!" Speedy thumped so loud-

 ly on Terrybubble's ribs and spoke in such a deter-

 mined and compelling voice that the Umbrellians

 actually obeyed him. "Terrybubble is a monster, a

 prehistoric monster, but even monsters have feel-

 ings. Can't you see you're hurting his feelings?" he

 asked angrily.

                "Feelings?" Waddy leaned weakly against the

 black umbrella bearer. "You mean to tell me that

 hulking wreck has feelings? And how about your

 own feelings? How does it feel to be on the inside

 of a monster like that? How do I know we all won't

 be inside of him in another minute?"

                "Because he is perfectly harmless," stated Speedy

 earnestly. "Harmless as a little dog."

                "Mmm-mmmm, so he's a petrified dog, is he?"

 Pansy reared her head up inquisitively. "What do

 you call him, Petrifido?

                "He's petrified, no hair or hide!

                An awfier sight I never spied.

                Now woe then betide us,

                A magic cloak hide us,

                He's here and we're here

                with no mother to guide us!"

 Pansy's poem sent the populace into a second uproar

 and as the King's parashooters rather unsteadily un-

 buckled their weapons, Gureeda began tugging at

 her father's sleeve.

                "Stop them! Stop them at once!" commanded the

 little Princess, stamping her foot in a royal temper.

 "Do you want them to injure that boy? Go away,

 you monster, you!"

                Seizing a handful of chocolates, Gureeda flung

 them at Terrybubble as hard as she could. But in-

 instead of going away, Terrybubble grinned enor-

 mously, caught the chocolates in his left claw and

 handed them gravely down to Speedy.

                "There, there, did you see that? I don't believe

 he's dangerous at all! Why, he's a regular dear."

 Gureeda clapped her hands with pleasure. "Why

 don't you ask this boy to explain him, Father?"

                "Explain him!" shuddered the King, running his

 finger around his stiff embroidered collar. "I wish

 he'd explain him away from here."

                "We'll go away, if you tell us how it can be done

 safely," offered Speedy, in the little silence following

 the King's speech. "If we jump off the island we'll

 be dashed to pieces and surely you do not wish that?"

                "Why did you come here in the first place?" de-

 manded Kachewka suspiciously. "Who are you and

 just what are you doing here?"

                "Yes," repeated Bamboula, sitting down carefully

 on his great drum, "who are you and why are you

 here?"

                "It's a long story," answered Speedy, looking

 thoughtfully out between Terrybubble's ribs, "but if

 you'll call off your soldiers, I'll try to explain every-

 thing as that sensible girl over there suggested."

 Speedy smiled approvingly at Gureeda and delight-

 ed by his compliment, Gureeda smiled back.

                "Princess to you!" snapped Kachewka stiffly.

                "Oh, he doesn't have to call me one," said the

 King's daughter, leaning forward eagerly.

                "Proceed, boy. On with your monster tale," or-

 dered Waddy, as Sizzeroo waved off the parashooters

 and settled more calmly among his cushions.

                So while the Umbrellians in awe-stricken silence

 stared up at Terrybubble, Speedy gave them the

 story of the previous day's experiences. In as few

 words as possible, he told of his and Uncle Billy's

 visit to Professor Sanderson's camp, how, in the pro-

 fessor's absence, they had put the dinosaur bones to-

 gether, how the geyser had unexpectedly erupted

 and brought Terrybubble to life and flung them miles

 up into the air, and how Umbrella Island had saved

 them from a ruinous drop back to earth.

                "I thought a prehistoric monster was terrible, at

 first," admitted Speedy, as he hastily wound up his

 recital, "and that's how he got his new name. I

 called him terrible, but we were shaking about so.

 and I was so rattled, it sounded like Terrybubble

 He likes Terrybubble for a name and I like Terry-

 bubble for a friend and I hope you'll like him, too."

                "Well," murmured Waddy, blinking rapidly, "he

 certainly has his points. What size! What eyes!

 What symmetry!"

                "What a sight," sniffed Kachewka, who still re-

 garded the dinosaur with disfavor, "He'd make a fine

 mess of buttons and be safer as buttons, too."

                "Well, I'm glad I'm good for something," said

 Terrybubble, calmly. "What does one do with but-

 tons?"

                "One pushes them," answered Kachewka shortly.

 But Speedy, paying no attention to the old counse-

 lor's unkind remarks, went on to explain a little

 about the United States, his life in Garden City and

 a little about Uncle Billy and his many useful in-

 ventions.

                "So," wheezed Waddy, as Speedy paused for

 breath, "you are one of those enterprising Ameri-

 cans? I was flying over your country last evening,

 luckily for you! There are several Americans, as

 your Majesty remembers, in the Emerald City of Oz,

 so undoubtedly this boy speaks the truth."

                "Oz!" exclaimed Speedy, pricking up his ears in

 Pleasant surprise. Why, are we anywhere near Oz?"

                "At this moment we are flying over the Eastern

 Empire of that very Kingdom," Waddy assured him

 Portentously.

                "And are you going to stop?" asked Speedy, stick-

 ing his head out eagerly.

                "Not necessarily, not necessarily." The Wizard

 clasped his hands on his buge stomach and thought-

 fully regarded the little boy. "Why?"

                "Oh, because if we were in Oz, I'm sure Ozma

 would send us back to the United States. I've been

 to Oz before, you see!"

                "Have you?" Gureeda looked enviously up at him.

 "Oh, I wish I had, I've read books and books about

 Oz, but I've never been there."

 "Why should you wish to go to Oz when your fa-

 ther has this perfectly good flying country of his

 own?" inquired Kachewka sharply. "They have noth-

 ing in Oz that we have not here."

                "Especially now," murmured the Wizard, with an

 eloquent glance at Terrybubble.

                "But could your Majesty-would your Majesty let

 us off at Oz?" Speedy turned eagerly to Sizzeroo,

 whom he had at once recognized as the Ruler of the

 Flying Island. "Do you ever stop, and could we get

 off without falling?"

                "This island can do anything," boasted Waddy,

 thrusting out his three chins. "Look at that umbrella

 over your head. Well, my boy, that umbrella can

 take us up or down, sideways or crossways. We can

 sail, fly, drift or anchor, just as we choose."

                "I don't see any umbrella." Speedy stared up so

 intently he got three wrinkles between his eyes.

                "Ha, that is because I, Waddy the Wizard, chief

 magician to his Majesty King Sizzeroo, have willed

 it so. Our umbrella is constructed of material strong

 as steel, but gossamer as cobweb. It allows the sun,

 moon and starlight through, but not even the heav-

 iest hail stones can penetrate its magic tissue."

                "Ahem-er-I see no reason why we could not set

 these travellers down in Oz," put in the King, head-

 ing off a long and detailed description of Umbrella

 Island by his chief wizard. "He has told an honest

 and straightforward story and should have our help."

                "Hear! Hear!" The Umbrellians, who had been

 containing themselves in quietness as long as they

 could, now burst into loud shouts and cheering.

                "But not right away," objected Gureeda, as Speedy

 guided Terrybubble nearer in order that he might

 thank the King. "I have hundreds of books to show

 you back in the palace."

                "Books?" Speedy looked curiously at the little

 Princess. "Why books, when we have all of this to

 see?" He waved his arm in a circle to include the

 whole lovely island.

                "Yes, why not stay here and visit us awhile before

 you go back to Oz and America," proposed Sizzeroo,

 staring up at Speedy with deep interest. "And can't

 you come out of that shell and ride here with us?"

                "He's far safer with me," chattered Terrybubble

 jealously. "But I'll carry the girl if she wants to

 come." Without waiting for Gureeda to make up

 her mind, Terrybubble seized the Princess in his

 bony claw and thrust her unceremoniously in beside

 Speedy. A gasp of horror went up from the Island-

 ers, but as Gureeda settled calmly down beside the

 newcomer it gave place to an amazed silence, and

 when the procession hastily reorganized by Bam-

 boula got under way again, Terrybubble and the

 King's palanquin moved along side by side, Terry-

 bubble of course, towering above everything in sight.

                "The sooner we set them down in Oz, the better,"

 whispered the King uneasily to Kachewka, whom he

 had motioned to Gureeda's place beside him. "That

 monster may be harmless, but how he looks and ugh

 -how his bones rattle!"

                "Not too soon, not too soon," answered Kachewka,

 drawing a pair of field glasses from his sleeve and

 fixing them on the children riding so unconcernedly

 in the bony chest of the dinosaur. "Has your Maj-

 esty studied this boy at all?"

                "No, not especially," confessed Sizzeroo. "Why?"

 Kachewka paused impressively and then sneezed

 twice. "Because he is the same size, weight, coloring

 and build as our Princess. He resembles her to a

 startling degree."

                "You mean?" Sizzeroo snatched the glasses and

 earnestly studied the boy and girl conversing so coz-

 ily together. Then he gave a slight shiver of distaste.

 "But that is cruel and impossible."

                "Why?" Kachewka raised his shoulders expres-

 sively. "Is it not better to turn this strange boy over

 to a giant than your daughter? Fate has played di-

 rectly into our hands. But hush! Not a word of this

 to anyone. Not a word!"

                "Not a word," echoed the King wretchedly. "I

 couldn't say enough words against it if I tried. Oh

 dear, dear and dear, what ever and ever shall I do?"

 Pushing back his crown, Sizzeroo began to rock back-

 ward and forward, groaning with every rock.

                "As always, your Majesty will do the correct and

 proper thing," murmured Kachewka, and taking the

 glasses firmly from the King, he took another long

 and satisfying squint at the young American.

 CHAPTER 8

 Tetrybubble Meets a Princess

 ALL unconscious of the dark schemes of Kachewka,

 Speedy and the Princess were fast becoming friends,

 Gureeda explaining the points of interest as they

 moved along and Speedy telling the little girl a bit

 more about his hair-raising flight with Terrybubble. 

 By the time the procession reached the palace,

 Speedy had quite made up his mind to spend a week or

 two on Urnbrella Island. For surely, thought the

 little boy, from a Wizard who had invented an umbrella

 powerful enough to lift an island, he could gain many

 helpful ideas for himself and Uncle Billy.

                The braided beards of the men, the pagoda-like

 dwellings of the Islanders, the shade and umbrella

 trees, just visible on the hillsides, he found tre-

 mendously exciting and not even in Oz had he seen

 cows and sheep wearing umbrella belts.

 Terrybubble was excited too, but comported him-

 self in such a quiet and dignified manner that Speedy

 felt an increasing pride in and affection for the enor-

 mous partner of his adventures. From time to time

 the fossil looked fondly down at his small benefactor,

 but for the most part he was busy studying the im-

 posing silver towers of the imperial palace, that occu-

 pied not only the loveliest, but the highest spot on

 Umbrella Island.

                The dinosaur had to duck his head going under

 the arch into the courtyard, and again when he

 Passed through the immense double doors of the

 castle itself, but he fitted quite comfortably into the

 crystal and silver throne room of Sizzeroo. This im-

 pressive apartment, in the center of the royal edifice,

 Was at least sixty feet high, the upper stories open-

 ing on galleries that ran completely around and

 looked down upon this stately presence chamber.

 Only the counselors and courtiers had followed the

 King's palanquin into the castle, and as the chief

 bearer helped His Majesty to alight, Terrybubble

 eased himself to a sitting position against a silver

 pillar and looked around him with complete and

 cavernous curiosity. Never in his whole prehistoric

 existence had Terrybubble seen anything like this.

                Then Gureeda, following Speedy's directions,

 slipped between the dinosaur's ribs and slid down

 the vine to the floor, and Speedy himself, in the same

 manner descended. Scarcely had he done so, than a

 gong from the room beyond announced luncheon,

 and Sizzeroo and his courtiers and counselors, wear-

 ied from the long march, moved hurriedly into the

 royal dining hall. The door of this great banquet

 room was not large enough to accommodate Terry-

 bubble, so Speedy exacted a promise from the dino-

 Saur to stay exactly where he was before joining the

 others, then, with the most carefree feeling he had

 enjoyed since leaving the earth, he sank down be-

 tween Waddy and Bamboula in a chair an umbrella

 footman ceremoniously drew out for him.

                Kachewka, who sat opposite, was fizzing all over

 with anxiety lest someone should speak of Loxo and

 his dreadful determination to carry off the King's

 child, but Sizzeroo and his courtiers were so curious

 about Speedy and his dinosaur, and the strange tales

 he told them of life in America that they never men-

 tioned the giant episode at all. And after the main

 courses, when Speedy ran out to see that Terry-

 bubble was all right, the chief counselor lost no time

 in forbidding all talk of the giant in the presence of

 their American visitor. He especially impressed on

 the little Princess herself the necessity for silence

 in this grave matter.

                "What would this boy think if he knew we had

 stupidly run into a giant?" he whispered earnestly.

 "And if he tells the story when he reaches Oz, it will

 cause us all manner of trouble and embarrassment!"

                Waddy backed up the old counselor in his argu-

 ments and by the time Speedy returned to finish his

 dessert each member of the King's household was

 sworn to secrecy about Loxo. Moreover, Meander

 had been sent down into the village to warn and in-

 struct the rest of the Umbrellians. Only Sizzeroo

 knew the real reason for Kachewka's orders and the

 kindly King felt so distressed and unhappy he could

 not touch his frosted cakes and coffee and kept look-

 ing so solemnly and so sadly at his youthful visitor

 that Speedy himself grew uneasy and was glad when

 the Princess begged him to come along with her to

 the castle library.

                "Library?" scoffed Waddy, clapping the little boy

 good-naturedly on the back. "He does not want to

 read books, my girl, he wants to live them. Take him

 into the valley and let him choose his umbrella and

 be sure you pick a ripe one, Princess. It is against

 the law to be without an umbrella on this island,"

 finished the Wizard, with a broad wink, "and we

 can't have you breaking the law, you know."

 "How about Terrybubble, does he have to have an

 umbrella, too?" Speedy looked rather anxious. "I

 don't see how we'll ever find one big enough for

 him!"

 "Oh, he'll do well enough without one," sniffed

 Pansy, who was delicately lapping up a saucer of

 cream on the arm of the King's chair,

                "Your dinosaur did soar and soar

                Until he reached our island shore,

                What needs he an umbrella for?"

 "To keep him afloat if he should tumble off the

 island, little dunce," reproved Waddy, shaking a fat

 forefinger at the Watch Cat. "Besides, he did not

 fly here, he exploded."

 "What he did once he can do again," insisted Pan-

 sy, switching her braided tail provokingly.

 "Ah, don't mind her," chuckled the Wizard, resting

 his arm affectionately on Speedy's shoulder. "I'll

 make that old Whiffenpoof an umbrella in no time."

                "Better keep your mind, or the remnants of your

 mind, on that problem beginning with a G," advised

 the Watch Cat meaningly.

                "PANSY!" roared Kachewka in such a terrible

 voice that Sizzeroo seized his pet and made a digni-

 fied but hasty departure from the royal dining hall.

                "Can you really make Terrybubble an umbrella

 that will hold him up in the air?" marvelled Speedy,

 looking thoughtfully after the retreating back of the

 King.

                "Why not?" Throwing out his chest and it must

 be confessed, also his stomach, the jolly Wizard wad-

 dled importantly toward the winding stair that leads

 to his private tower.

                "Say, let's watch him," proposed Speedy eagerly.

                "I've never seen a real wizard at work."

                "We'd better pick your umbrella first," suggested

 Gureeda practically. "Then I'll show you my books.

 Wait! There's one I want to bring with me."

                "You're not going to read are you?" Speedy could

 hardly conceal his disappointment. "I thought you

 were going to show me the island."

                "Well, can't I read while you look?" demanded the

 Princess rather anxiously, for she really wanted to

 please this odd visitor from America.

                "Oh, I suppose so, but" Before Speedy could

 explain his objections Gureeda had whisked out of

 sight. When she joined him and Terrybubble a mo-

 ment later in the throne room, she had a huge vol-

 ume under one arm and a bright parasol swinging

 from the other. The King and his Court had dis-

 persed for their afternoon naps, and only a few

 guards stood gaping up at the dinosaur.

 Terrybubble would have liked nothing better than

 to stay where he was, admiring the jewelled ceiling

 above his head and the splendid glittering furnish-

 ings of the castle. But when Speedy, taking Gu-

 reeda's book, started with the little Princess for the

 door, the prehistoric skeleton pulled himself reluc-

 tantly to his claws and rattled resignedly after them.

                "Does this monster go everywhere you go?" asked

 Gureeda, glancing nervously up over her shoulder.

                "Certainly," answered Terrybubble. "I am his pet

 and chum and just now taking the place of a wire-

 haired terrier."

                "What?" giggled the Princess, wrinkling up her

 nose. Speedy felt inclined to laugh himself, but Ter-

 rybubble looked so serious and happy about every-

 thing that he merely nodded instead.

                "If he likes to follow me about, why shouldn't he?"

 asked the little boy carelessly. "Which way do we

 go to pick this umbrella your wizard says I must

 carry?"

                "That way." Poised like a brilliant butterfly on

 the top step of the royal terrace, the Princess waved

 her parasol to the right. In the valley below, Speedy

 could just make out a cluster of Waddy's famous

 umbrella trees. After a long curious gaze, he feasted

 his eyes on the huge shaft that supported the um-

 brella spreading over the whole island, wishing he

 could first stop and investigate its strange steering

 apparatus. But Gureeda had already started, so

 Speedy followed the Princess down the many marble

 steps to the village and through the village to the

 umbrella groves beyond.

                And after Speedy came Terrybubble, treading with

 great care through the narrow streets, peering down

 chimneys and in the top story windows of houses

 that were tall enough. When they reached the um-

 brella grove, Terrybubble established himself com-

 fortably in the only open space and blinked thought-

 fully up at the blue and white blossoms and long tu-

 bular fruit of these singular trees.

 "What color do you think you would like?" inquired

 Gureeda, who was in a hurry to have the matter over

 so she could return to her book.

 "Er-well-blue I guess," decided Speedy, glanc-

 ing down at his dark Norfolk suit. "How do you

 know when they're ripe?"

 "The ripe ones open and the green ones don't,"

 stated the Princess and climbing briskly up a white

 ladder set against the largest tree, she snapped off

 a serviceable blue umbrella. Stripping off the shiny

 leaf-like case, she opened it up, surveyed it critically,

 and apparently quite satisfied, handed it down to her

 companion. Then with her parasol swinging lightly

 from one wrist, Gureeda skipped down the ladder

 and dropped on the ground beside Terrybubble. That

 is as much beside so high and mighty a monster as a

 small girl could possibly be, and opened her book and

 began to read.

                Speedy was too busy examining his new possession

 to mind. He could not help thinking how interesting

 this magic umbrella would be to Uncle Billy, for the

 tip was a short gleaming sword and the umbrella

 itself, although of the thinnest and finest texture,

 seemed positively indestructible, protecting one not

 only from sun and rain but from bullets, arrows or

 missiles of any description. Each section had a roomy

 pocket that buttoned and the edges were fitted with

 curved silver hooks for carrying baskets, packages

 or even clothing. The handle opened out into a tidy

 seat, and Speedy, sticking the sharp point into the

 ground, sat down with great interest and satisfac-

 fion. Besides all of these uses, it had, according to a

 neatly printed tag, guaranteed parashoot qualities,

 dependable enough to keep the holder in the air in-

 definitely or until rescued.

                "Gee whiskers, this certainly will come in handy,"

 exclaimed the little boy with enthusiasm. "Why it's

 a shield, a weapon, a carryall, a seat and a flying

 machine. Look, Terrybubble, did you ever see any-

 thing like this before?"

                "Never!" answered the dinosaur, darting his long

 bony neck down toward Speedy. "Is it to chew, throw

 or jump on?"

                "To carry," Speedy told him, swinging it jauntily

 over one shouder. "See, it keeps off the sun and rain

 and if I fall off the island it would carry me safely

 down to the ground."

                "Without me?" whistled Terrybubble, rolling his

 luminous eyes reproachfully.

                "Waddy's making you an umbrella," smiled Gu-

 reeda, looking up from her book, "and then you'll be

 a real Umbrellian!"

                "Oh no. Thank you, no!" The dinosaur shook his

 head ponderously. "I'm this boy's pet and chum and

 that is about all I can manage for the present."

                "If you're a pet you ought to have a collar." Gu-

 reeda twinkled her blue eyes mischievously at Terry-

 bubble. "Let's make him a collar of daisies," pro-

 posed the little Princess, tossing aside her book and

 jumping up gaily. So, with many giggles and much

 merriment, Speedy and Gureeda picked an armful

 of daisies and wove an enormous chain for the dino-

 saur. Terrybubble was greatly flattered by this at-

 tention and lifted Gureeda up in his claw, so she

 could slip the huge wreath around his neck.

 "There, now you look as if you really belonged to

 somebody," sighed the Princess, as the gaunt mon-

 ster set her gently on the ground, "but oh, Terry-

 bubble, you're so dreadfully unfurnished! Don't you

 feel hollow?"

                "Not a bit." Terrybubble grinned and clicked his

 teeth cheerfully. "You see, I'm just full of bright,

 fresh air and you have no idea how invigorating I

 find it. Not nearly so troublesome as the old tubes,

 valves, wind bags and piping I carried around for

 four hundred years."

                "I was just reading all about you in this book,"

 confided the Princess, picking up the volume she had

 flung aside when she was working on the daisy chain.

                "Now, that's where you are foolish." Opening the

 handle of his umbrella again, Speedy seated himself

 argumentatively. "Why should you read about dino-

 saurs out of a book when you can learn all about

 them from the one beside you?"

                "Not quite all," murmured Gureeda, looking spec-

 ulatively up at Terrybubble and at the same time

 fingering the pages of her book lovingly. "The bones

 of the ones in here are all covered, and it says--"

                "What difference does that make!" Speedy waved

 his arms impatiently. "They're only pictures, but

 Terrybubble's real and he can tell you real things

 that happened to him hundreds and thousands of

 years ago. Tell her about that mogerith," he urged,

 anxious to prove his point.

                "Well, that would be the last day of my former

 life," sighed Terrybubble, flashing his bright eyes

 down at the Princess. "All morning I had been roll-

 ing in the fern beds in the Valley of Virtula, where

 I lived with my mogodosanthic and elegopanthic ma-

 ma."

 "Whatever that means," murmured Gureeda, tak-

 ing a quick peek into her book.

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                "It means she was modest and elegant," explained

 Speedy learnedly. To his surprise, Terrybubble nod-

 ded, for his translation had been a mere guess.

                "And, oh my dear self!" mused the monster, rat-

 tling his claws reminiscently. "How sweet were the

 frugament trees, how the sun shone through the

 palms and golyosnorkus vines! How dythrambic I

 felt after my roll in the ferns! In fact, I was dy-

 thrambing all over the rocks when it happened."

                "Dythrambing?" Gureeda wrinkled up her brows

 and took another furtive peep into her natural his-

 tory book.

                "Yes, this way!" Impetuously, and before Speedy

 could stop him, the prehistoric monster had sprung

 thirty feet into the air, come down with astonish-

 ing buoyancy, bounded to the left, vaulted wildly to

 the right and spun around on the tip of his tail like

 an enormous mechanical top. His bones during this

 procedure rattled like a dozen machine guns and

 the umbrella blossoms loosened by his gigantic whirls

 and gestures fell in perfect showers on his two

 listeners. Speedy had tumbled off his umbrella seat

 at the first leap, and Gureeda, almost buried under

 a heap of blossoms, peered fearfully up at the gyrat-

 ing monster.

                "There, what did I tell you!" exulted Speedy, push-

 ing aside a mass of petals and feeling around for

 his umbrella. "Isn't this better than reading about

 dinosaurs?"

                Gureeda, swimming out from a perfect sea of flow-

 ers, looked doubtful, but before she could express

 herself, Terrybubble stopped dythrambing as sud-

 denly as he had begun.

                "Yes, it was like that," he told them hoarsely.

 "One moment I was alive, happy and free, next mo-

 ment I was in the paralyzing grip of an old Mogger,

 his teeth pressed deeper and deeper into my throat.

 Everything grew dark. I felt myself falling, falling.

 There came a tremendous thud and that was all."

                "He probably did for you all right," sympathized

 Speedy, 'but why didn't you fight back?"

                "It is plain you never have seen a mogerith,"

 sighed Terrybubble, waving his claws in sorrowful

 circles.

                "What did it look like?" asked Gureeda, shaking

 the umbrella blossoms from her lap and gazing up

 at the dinosaur with wide-eyed interest.

                "Like this." With a sudden pounce Terrybubble

 picked up a lizard that had been sunning itself on a

 flat rock and held it out in his bony claw.

                "Like this, but a thousand times larger, with teeth

 as sharp and long as the swords hanging on the walls

 of your father's castle."

                "There's a picture of one here and it's called a

 dreadful carnivorous monster or terrible lizard. It

 was a Megolosauros. Why, that must have been a

 Inegolosaurus," squealed Gureeda, flapping open her

 book in great excitement. "See if it isn't."

 Curling his long neck down till he was looking over

 the little girl's shoulder, the dinosaur squinted ear-

 nestly down at the terrifying picture on the page.

                "That's it! That's it!" he assured her in a hollow

 voice. "Only we called them moggers and mogeriths

 in my time and you can have no notion of their size

 and ferocity from a tiny picture like that."

                "Still, it gives us an idea," muttered Speedy, taking

 the book from the Princess and hurriedly reading

 the description on the opposite page. "Gee whiskers,

 this is tremendous! Say, I'd like to have been alive

 in those days, wouldn't you, Gureeda? Mind if I call

 you Reedy? It's shorter and well-jollier!"

                "And goes better with Speedy," smiled the King's

 daughter, leaning cozily back against the umbrella

 tree. "But look, here comes Pansy. Wonder what she

 wants so far from the palace?"

                "Pansy?" mumbled Terrybubble, lifting his eyes

 mournfully from the picture of his old enemy in the

 open book on the little girl's lap. "Who's Pansy?"

                "Oh, didn't you meet Pansy in the parade this

 morning?" asked Gureeda softly. "Why Pansy is my

 father's Watch Cat."

                "Cat! Cat!" Terrybubble dropped the lizard with

 a little thump and snapped up his head in a series

 of agitated jerks. "That little black creature with

 the tied up tail and ears?"

 "They are kind of tidy, now that you mention it,"

 agreed the Princess brightly. "Yes, that's our Watch

 Cat. Why?"

                "Why?" whistled Terrybubble, flashing his great

 eyes on and off like traffic lights. "Because I chase

 cats!" And with a bound twice as high as his first

 dythrambic leap, the dinosaur dashed out of the um-

 brella grove in hot pursuit of the astounded, out-

 raged and already fleeing pet of His Majesty, King

 Sizzeroo.

 CHAPTER 9

 Terrybubble chases a Cat

                OH--HH !"shrilled the little Prin-

 cess, snatching up her parasol and dashing

 wildly after Terrybubble. "My father will

 never forgive us if anything happens to Pan-

 sy. Come back here you great big, bad, bony

 good-for-nothing." At this point Gureeda's

 foot slipped into a gopher hole and threw

 her flat upon her stomach. Too stunned to

 continue, she lay where she was, fairly

 panting with indignation and rage.

                "Nothing will happen to her," promised Speedy,

 jerking the little Princess quickly to her feet. "But

 why are you stopping? Come on, come on!" Paying

 no attention to the little girl's breathless remon-

 strances, he tore madly after the charging dinosaur,

 trying to convince himself that everything really

 would be all right. "It's that confounded wire-haired

 terrier talk," he thought gloomily. "Why ever did I

 mention the little pest! If he smashes this Watch Cat,

 we'll both be flung off the island."

                Reminded by this dire possibility of his magic um-

 brella, Speedy took a firmer grip on its ivory-hooked

 handle with one hand and dragged Gureeda frantical-

 ly along with the other. As both of them were ready

 to sink down with exhaustion, an agonized shriek came

 from the small wood into which the dinosaur had just

 disappeared. Speedy's heart almost stopped and

 Gureeda began to sob hysterically.

                But their anxiety for Pansy's safety was quite need-

 less. All Terrybubble wished to do was to catch the

 elusive black creature, and Pansy's scream, as his

 claw closed firmly about her middle, was from pure

 fright and nothing else. Holding the King's pet

 proudly aloft and giving no heed to her squalls and

 scratches, Terrybubble ambled leisurely back toward

 his companions.

                "Well, here's your cat, and a fine chase she gave

 me." Calmly and without haste, Terrybubble lowered

 Pansy to Speedy's shoulder. "And now," the dinosaur

 raised his voice triumphantly, "now I've done almost

 everything a wire-haired terrier can do and I hope

 you're satisfied."

                Speedy was too relieved to say a word, but Pansy,

 dusty and footsore from her fearful fligh - Pansy

 was fairly crackling with rage and displeasure.

                "How dare you chase me on my own island?" hissed

 the Watch Cat, arching her back wrathfully. "I've a

 notion to scratch out your eyes, you great clumsy,

 unmannerly piece of wreckage. The King will hear

 of this. He'll have you pulled apart and thrown into

 the soup. He'll have you boiled in oil."

                "Now that might be very good for me," observed

 Terrybubble gravely. "Oil is so lubricating and good

 for the joints. What do you think, Princess?"

                "Think! I think you're terrible," choked Gureeda,

 lifting the quivering Watch Cat from Speedy's shoul-

 der and beginning to smooth down her fur. "Don't

 you ever dare touch Pansy again!"

                "Oh, once will be quite enough." Waving his claws

 wearily, Terrybubble looked questioningly at Speedy,

 and Speedy, thankful that the affair had not proved

 more serious, nodded, resolving to have a long talk

 with Terrybubble at the first opportunity. Now

 Gureeda for a girl had a surprisingly active funny

 bone, and Pansy with her fur straight on end and her

 eyes snapping like live coals looked so comical, and

 Terrybubble in his huge daisy wreath so queer and

 unnatural, and Speedy so annoyed and worried, the

 Whole affair began to strike her as highly ridiculous.

                "Terrybubble didn't mean to hurt you," sputtered

 the Princess as well as she could between her little

 bursts of laughter. "He was just seeing if you could

 run as fast as he runs."

                "I don't care what he was seeing," screamed Pansy

 vindictively. "I'd like to hurt him terribly-terribly."

                "Well, I am sorry you cannot do that," answered

 Terrybubble regretfully. "I wouldn't mind your hurt-

 ing me a little, but you see, the way things are, I

 could not even feel your claws or scratches. But if

 it's any satisfaction to you, I don't mind saying that

 you are hurting my feelings terribly-the way you

 are acting and talking. I-why, I feel it in all of my

 bones," murmured the monster, resting his jaw un-

 happily on the branch of a magnolia tree and looking

 off sadly into the distance. "And such a clever little

 racer as you are, too. Imagine a tiny fur ball your

 size almost out-distancing a monster of mine!"

                "I do run pretty fast," acknowledged Pansy, letting

 down her back a trifle. "But why didn't you tell me

 it was a race?"

                "How could I when you wouldn't stop?" argued

 Terrybubble reasonably, and the two children, seeing

 peace was about to be declared, exchanged a smile.

                "Let's go back to the castle," proposed Speedy,

 picking up his umbrella and handing Gureeda her

 parasol which had slipped to the ground when she

 picked up the Watch Cat. He was anxious to see

 how Waddy was progressing with Terrybubble's para-

 shoot and there were many things about Umbrella

 Island he wanted the wizard to explain. The dinosaur

 politely offered to carry them and as they all were

 weary from the tiring chase, they thankfully accept-

 ed his offer and climbed nimbly up into his high and

 bony chest.

                Even Pansy seemed to enjoy her ride in this curi-

 ous conveyance and kept up a spirited and friendly

 conversation with Terrybubble all the way back to

 the palace. But as they came to the royal terrace

 the Watch Cat scurried hastily down the vine. Pansy

 had a private and personal attendant to brush her

 coat and braid her tail and ears and the King's pam-

 pered pet had no intention of letting anyone see her

 in her present ruffled and dirty condition.

                Terrybubble himself, when they reached the castle,

 expressed an earnest desire to remain quietly in the

 throne room and the kindly little Princess, after

 showing Speedy the way to Waddy's tower, retired

 to her own apartment to finish her natural history

 book. The castle seemed deserted and still as Speedy,

 with mingled feelings of interest and trepidation, be-

 gan to mount the curving stair to the Wizard's tower.

 CHAPTER 10

 In the Wizard's Tower

                WHILE the Princess, Speedy and Ter-

 rybubble were off in the Umbrella Grove, Ka-

 chewka lost no time in following up his daring

 suggestion. Following the King into his dress-

 ing room, where the distracted monarch was

 about to seek a little rest, the wily counselor,

 after dismissing Pansy and the attendants, be-

 gan all over again his arguments for substi-

 tuting Speedy for the King's daughter.

                "The first thing to do is to make this boy's stay

 so pleasant that he'll willingly remain with us until

 it is time for Loxo to come for the Princess," said

 Kachewka, seating himself firmly on the foot of the

 King's couch.

                "But that is perfectly horrible," exclaimed Sizzeroo,

 jerking open his collar and sinking fretfully back

 among his pillows. "Not only horrible but downright

 deceitful as well."

                "Deceitful or not, it must be done," insisted Ka-

 chewka, "and moreover, no one must have a suspi-

 cion of the plan but you and me. Your Majesty is

 too soft-hearted and must look at things more sensi-

 bly. A mortal lives but a brief space-seventy years

 or so-but we Umbrellians go on for centuries. Is it

 not better, then, to let a mortal suffer a little dis-

 comfort for seventy years than to subject your daugh-

 ter to slavery for a thousand?"

                "Don't, don't! I can't bear it," groaned the King,

 burying his head in the pillows. "There must be some

 other way. Why, only this morning Waddy said he

 had a plan."

                "Waddy! Humph! Waddy!" Kachewka snapped

 his fingers scornfully. "All he can do is pick flaws

 in the ideas of other people. He'll never think of

 anything in time. Now all I ask is that your Majesty

 keep absolutely quiet about this matter. If anything

 better turns up, well and good. If not-" Kachewka

 arose and began pacing briskly up and down. "For-

 tunately Loxo is expecting a boy. Well, then, I'll

 just outfit this Speedy in the exact style of trousers

 and blouse worn by the Princess. I might even per-

 suade him to wear a false braid. I'll give him the

 blue room, a personal guard and a good horse."

                "You expect him to look at a horse after riding a

 dinosaur?" inquired the King, leaning on his elbow

 and regarding his adviser with gloomy disfavor.

                "That's the only draw-back," sighed Kachewka,

 jerking his beard irritably. "To think we must en-

 dure that great jittery ruin-have him sitting in our

 throne room for three months like a death head at a

 feast-a skeleton in the closet, only there's no closet

 big enough to hide him. He's positively outlandish

 and preposterous."

                "Maybe he feels the same way about us," suggested

 Sizzeroo slyly. "I thought him a quite mannerly mon-

 ster, myself."

                "Well, we'll have to stand him as long as the boy

 stops here, but when the time comes-" Kachewka

 sneezed and gave a quick forward shove with both

 hands-"We'll just have the parashooters shove him

 off the island."

                "You have such nice ideas," coughed the King,

 thumping his pillows vigorously. "And now, per-

 haps, as you have settled everything so happily, you

 will go away and let me have a little peace." Sizzeroo

 closed his eyes and pursed up his lips determinedly

 and after several unsuccessful attempts to draw him

 into a conversation, Kachewka sneezed himself out

 of the royal presence. Quite convinced the King

 would be forced to accept his plan for saving the

 Princess, the scheming old statesman spent the rest

 of the afternoon making elaborate arrangements for

 his unsuspecting victim's comfort and entertainment.

 Speedy, however, was already enjoying himself to

 the fullest extent. After climbing four hundred sil-

 ver steps, he had come at last to the Wizard's work-

 shop at the top of the castle tower. In answer to his

 timid knock, Waddy himself had opened the door.

                "Come in! Come in!" he beamed hospitably. "I'm

 just putting the finishing touches to our dino-shoot."

 Stepping carefully around a mass of wires, rods and

 a big bolt of transparent silver fabric, Speedy hur-

 ried over to the center of the great circular room. It

 Was more like an observatory than a work shop, for

 its walls were entirely of glass, and every other win-

 dow was fitted with an enormous rotating telescope.

 The windows on one side of this singularly pleasant

 laboratory were carefully curtained and here in or-

 derly rows upon the shelves stood all the books, bot-

 tles, tubes, lamps, jars and other curious vessels a

 wizard needs to carry out his magic experiments.

                Waddy was bending over a long table in the

 screened portion of his shop - the longest table

 Speedy ever had seen in his whole life. On this table

 lay the framework of a simply enormous umbrella,

 but as you can easily imagine, it would take a tre-

 mendous table to hold an umbrella large enough to

 cover a prehistoric monster like Terrybubble. With-

 out speaking, for Speedy had had experience with

 scientists and knew they did not like to be disturbed,

 the little boy climbed on the bench beside the table

 and looked on with deep interest as the Wizard fitted

 a huge handle on the almost completed frame.

                "Had to have a bone handle for Terrybubble,"

 puffed Waddy with a large wink. "What's a fossil

 umbrella without a bone handle? And this one will

 do very well-v-e-r-y well." Speedy thought it would

 too, although where Waddy had ever found a bone

 large enough, he could not figure out at all. But here

 it was, smooth and shiny as ivory, with a splendid

 hooked end trimmed with silver. As Speedy con-

 tinued to sit quietly on the bench, Waddy left the

 table, cut a length of silver fabric, expertly tore it

 into sections and began fitting them on the massive

 frame. For this he used neither a needle, pinchers

 or glue, but a fiat metal instrument that spread the

 material smoothly, finished off the rough edges and

 fastened it to the ribs all in one operation.

                "Hop on that tall stool and have a look at the

 scenery," suggested Waddy cleverly, for he did not

 like anyone to watch too closely when he was using

 his magic tools. "We're circling over Oz now, and

 you may see some of its famous lakes or castles."

                Now Speedy had been longing to do this very

 thing, so placing his own umbrella on the wizard's

 bench, he mounted the high stool set before the near-

 est telescope and took a long rapturous look down-

 ward. Like a gay and brightly colored map, the great

 oblong Kingdom of Oz spread out far below him.

 Even the colors of the four celebrated countries were

 easily distinguishable and to Speedy's delight, they

 were passing over the Yellow Land of the Winkies,

 where he had had so many thrilling adventures with

 Marygolden and the Yellow Knight. South of the

 Winkie Empire he could see the red triangle that

 made up the Quadling Country, with its sandy red

 mountains and castles and its forests of beech and

 red wood.

                An oval of sparkling green in the center marked

 the capital and, flashing in the afternoon sunlight,

 high as they were and slanted to the east, Speedy

 could still make out the twinkling spires and turrets

 of the Emerald City of Oz. Above the green oval

 Shimmered the purple Land of the Gillikens and west

 of the Emerald City the bright blue triangle of the

 Munchkin realm contrasted sharply with the gay

 colors of its neighbors. Surrounding Oz like a broad

 yellow ribbon was the Deadly Desert of shifting

 sands and beyond the desert, Ev, and the unexplored

 territories of the East.

                As Speedy, in his anxiety to see more and more,

 pressed his eye closer and closer to the Wizard's tele-

 scope, Umbrella Island swung out over the desert,

 across the Gnome King's dominions and headed for

 the Nonestic Ocean.

                "A little sea air will be good for us," murmured

 Waddy, who had left his work long enough to touch

 a button in the electric steering board on a mounted

 stand near his book shelves.

                "Can you steer the island with that?" puffed

 Speedy, leaving the telescope for a moment to have

 a look at this even more fascinating device.

                "By that, by a wheel on the King's terrace and by

 a gold button in the umbrella shaft itself," explained

 the Wizard, again taking up his metal zipper. "I had

 set the mechanical steering wheel to circle over Oz,

 but decided to change the course a little, so we could

 have a sea breeze with our dinner. Nothing like a

 sea breeze with your dinner, eh, my lad?"

                "But suppose some one downstairs has hold of the

 wheel?" asked Speedy speculatively. "What then?"

                "Well then," Waddy told him, running the zipper

 skillfully up and down the umbrella seams, "if the

 King is running the island, which he sometimes does,

 the direction he takes is recorded up here and I er

 ----I can sort of check up on the navigation-er that

 is if I happen to be here at the time."

                "Ever have any wrecks?" The unexpected ques-

 tion made Waddy blink.

                "Oh no-no-that is, not exactly," he mumbled un-

 comfortably, for he felt the conversation was taking

 a dangerous turn. "As a matter of fact," he finished

 with what he considered a real inspiration, "Flying

 Umbrella Island is so safe and easy, I might even

 let you have a turn at it?"

                "Oh, would you?" Speedy fairly skated across the

 floor and clutched the Wizard by the sleeve. "When?"

                "Soon as I finish this piece of work." Waddy

 grinned expansively, and taking an atomizer from

 the shelf began spraying the silver umbrella fabric

 with a solution that smelled like peppermint.

                "There are some unusual and interesting facts

 about island flying that I will explain to you later,"

 he continued, returning the atomizer to the shelf.

 "For instance, there is the protective metal curtain

 that drops from the umbrella edge, at touch of this

 blue button in the shaft, enclosing the whole island

 in a transparent but impenetrable wall of armor.

 Then there are the six mechanical anchors, holding

 us firmly on the surface of the ocean. These anchors,

 released by touching the red button in the shaft,

 plunge downward, embed themselves deeply in the

 sea bottom and hold us steady in the heaviest gale

 or storm. But it is much easier to show you all these

 things than to explain them, so come along my boy.

 Let us descend and in our descent we may as well

 try out Terrybubble's umbrella."

                "You mean we'll drop down to the ground with

 that?" Speedy managed to keep his voice calm, but

 his heart gave a sickening thump and his stomach

 seemed to turn a complete somersault.

                "Of course! Of course! How else shall I know it

 is safe for Terrybubble?"

                In a business-like manner Waddy opened two im-

 mense double doors in the glass wall and began tug-

 ging and hauling the umbrella toward the opening.

 "It's too big to try out up here and the ride down

 will be a fine experience for you," he panted enthusi-

 astically.

                Speedy took a desperate look down. The court-

 yard and royal terrace seemed miles below, but rea-

 lizing that his reputation as the nephew of a famous

 scientist was more or less at stake, he picked up his

 own small umbrella and waited in a kind of numb

 dismay for the signal to start. By this time Waddy

 had the big umbrella well out over the edge of the

 tower, then cautioning Speedy to fasten the strap on

 his own umbrella so there would not be too much

 buoyancy, the jolly old necromancer stepped confi-

 dently out on the narrow ledge.

                "When I count three, just make a dive for the han-

 dle," he directed, cramming a bunch of pamphlets

 into his south pocket. "Now then, all ready? One--

 two - three!" At "three" the two experimenters

 leaped quickly through the open door, fortunately

 catching the umbrella handle on their way down.

 The force of their jump launched the great para-

 shoot, which, as it had been constructed to bear

 much heavier weight, first soared sixty feet above

 the castle and the same distance to the right, then

 quite levelly and calmly began its descent. Speedy

 had been too thankful to know that he had managed

 to grab the umbrella handle in his dangerous leap to

 think of anything else. Now, holding on with both

 hands, he looked curiously down to see where they

 were heading. To his horror and dismay he saw

 neath him nothing but the hungry, heaving, green

 expanse of the Nonestic Ocean.

 CHAPTER 11

 Message from Radj the Red

                "We blew a little of course,"Murmured the

 Wizard, noting the Speedy's alarmed expression.

 "The island is overr your head there, to the right."

                "But, but how are we going to get back?"

 panted Speedy, with a shuddering look at the waters

 below. "Why, why we're falling straight into the sea."

                "Not into it," corrected the Wizard Placidly,

 "But we'll probably hang over it for a while

 until we are picked up I must say this umbrella

 works splendidly~splendidly."

                Speedy could not share the Wizard's enthusiasm,

 so he did not trust himself to answer. He could just

 make out two craggy islands far below, with a high

 sea snarling and foaming against their rocky shores.

 These islands were possibly three miles apart and

 sometimes the wind swept them toward one and

 sometimes toward the other.

                "We'll probably come down between them and be

 dashed to pieces on the rocks," concluded poor

 Speedy, marvelling at the vast calm and unconcern

 of the Wizard as they swung to and fro and side by

 side over the lashing sea.

                "Don't worry, we'll be picked up any moment

 now. Waddy gave him an encouraging wink.

                "But who would pick us up?" shouted Speedy, rais-

 ing his voice above the roaring water pounding on

 the rocks, now not too far below. Instead of answer-

 ing, Waddy jerked his head back and to the left.

 A dark cloud was curving swiftly down upon them-

 no, not a cloud, but Umbrella Island, itself.

                "Do you think they'll reach us in time?" called

 Speedy, with a desperate swallow.

                "That depends on who is at the wheel," called

 Waddy, without any change of expression. If it's

 the King-" Waddy shrugged his shoulders and

 rolled up his eyes. "But if it is Kachewka or Ram-

 boula or the Captain of the Guard we have a real

 chance. I told you somebody would cruise along soon

 and if we don't go any lower, everything will be

 simply sinoobrious."

                "Well, I hope to huckleberries they see us," blurted

 out Speedy, rather provoked at Waddy's indifference

 to their danger. "They might come down right on

 top of us and push us into the sea."

                "Quite possibly," agreed the Wizard, easing his

 great weight from one hand to the other. At the

 moment it seemed not only possible but highly prob-

 able. The island had descended so rapidly it was

 now scarcely twenty feet above their heads, cutting

 off the sun and threatening to drop down and oblit-

 erate them. But as Speedy prepared himself to be

 blotted out, it swooped sharply to the right and they

 could distinguish not only the figures, but also the

 faces of their friends.

                With a grunt of relief, Waddy noted that Barn-

 boula was at the steering wheel. Pansy sat on his

 shoulder, a small telescope in one claw, while with

 the other she directed him capably in the proper di-

 rection. Crowds of Umbrellians hung over the railing

 that ran round the island and, at the foot of the

 King's garden, Gureeda, mounted on the top of the

 golden fence, waved both hands frantically. Beside

 her, Terrybubble loomed up like a lighthouse, his

 eyes rolling with distress and astonishment.

                "Will they scoop us up, or what?" Speedy cast a

 nervous glance at the churning waters below. Their

 giant parashoot had stopped and hung poised be-

 tween the two islands about fifty feet above the sea.

                "That's the usual procedure," said Waddy, watch-

 ing critically as Bamboula slanted the island care-

 fully toward them. "But I think your friend has

 other ideas. Hey there--look out--look out, you'll

 fall off, you big dunce, you!"

                But Terrybubble, deaf to the Wizard's warnings,

 had already opened a gate in the golden fence and

 let his long bony tail over the edge.

                Quickly catching the idea, Bamboula manoeuvered

 the island closer, till the dinosaur's tail hung directly

 in front of the castaways. Thankfully letting go the

 umbrella handle, Speedy swung forward and seizing

 hold of Terrybubble's tail nimbly climbed its long

 ladderlike bones till he reached the island itself and

 amid cheers and yells of approval, jumped ashore.

 Waddy, still clinging stubbornly to his newest inven-

 tion, mounted more slowly and no sooner had the two

 set foot on the land before Terrybubble threw up his

 head and began screaming like a hundred fire sirens.

                "Whee-eee !-Wah-hhhhh !-Who-ooooooo !" snort-

 ed the prehistoric monster. "Glugargle~glugurgle!

 Glugorgle!" At his first frightful screech, Bamboula

 dropped the steering wheel and clapped both hands

 to his ears, and while most of the islanders flung

 themselves face down on the grass, Umbrella Island,

 with no one at the controls, dropped like a plummet

 into the Nonestic Ocean, where it rocked and bounced

 violently to and fro from its heavy impact with the

 waves.

                The shock of this drop silenced the dinosaur, who

 quickly pulled his tail up out of the chilly sea waters.

 Waddy, with a disgusted yell at Bamboula, threw

 down Terrybubble's umbrella and dashed for the

 royal terrace, which he reached in a surprisingly

 short time for an old fellow of his size and tonnage.

 Speedy would have followed, but Terrybubble had

 snatched him up in one huge claw and was patting

 him fast and furiously with the other. Though the

 pats were gentle enough in themselves they were so

 numerous they knocked all the rest of the breath

 from the exhausted boy. But even so, he heard with

 immense relief the rasp and rattle of the anchors,

 shooting down into the sea as Waddy touched the

 red button in the silver umbrella shaft. Almost in-

 stantly the rocking of the island ceased and Siz-

 zeroo's sorely tried subjects, with many doubtful

 glances at the dinosaur, began tiptoeing out of

 range.

                "Why, Terrybubble, you've nearly frightened the

 wits out of everybody. What made you scream like

 that?" Gureeda, hopping down from the fence, shook

 her parasol reprovingly at the dinosaur.

                "Can't I snort a little when I'm happy?" muttered

 Terrybubble in a sulky voice. "And look here, why

 did you jump off the island and leave me? You know

 I cannot get along without somebody to tell me

 about life."

                "I wasn't leaving you," explained Speedy, wiggling

 crossly around in the monster's claw. "I was just

 trying out your new umbrella. There, pick it up

 before it blows away and next time you're happy,

 for Pete's sake keep quiet. You nearly wrecked us

 with your snorting. It's a lucky thing we came down

 where we did and not on top of those other islands.

 Look, Gureeda, we're right between the two."

                At Speedy's words, Terrybubble set the little boy

 down beside the Princess and picking up the huge

 umbrella that had so nearly been the end of his small

 friend and discoverer, began to put it up and down

 and hold it coquettishly over his head as he had seen

 the Umbrellians do. While he was amusing himself

 in this manner, Speedy and Gureeda looked curiously

 across the narrow span of water that separated

 them from the island on the right. This island was

 completely surrounded by a rock wall, with towers,

 turrets and battlements, so that it was more like a

 fortress than anything else. The rocks were gray, the

 helmets and uniforms of the grim looking warriors

 peering over the wall were gray and Speedy could

 not help thinking that they would consider as an

 enemy a country dropping so suddenly from the sky.

                "Let's have a look at the other one," he proposed,

 as one of the soldiers raised his sword and shook it

 menacingly at the two children. So they hurried

 along, with Terrybubble clattering contentedly be-

 hind them, Gureeda explaining how she had gone to

 the Wizard's Tower to show Speedy another picture

 in the natural history book and found the doors in

 the tower wall open and no one in sight. Quickly

 looking through one of the telescopes, she had seen

 Waddy and Speedy drifting helplessly over the No-

 nestic Ocean and rushing back to the throne room

 had sent guards scurrying in every direction for

 Bamboula and Kachewka.

                Bamboula, first to answer the summons, had

 dashed to the royal terrace, seized the silver wheel

 and headed the island downward. As the children

 reached the central umbrella shaft, Waddy and Barn-

 boula were arguing earnestly and, just stopping long

 enough to give them a wave, the two ran down the

 slope on the other side of the castle to have a look

 at the island on the left. This small sea kingdom had

 an even higher wall than the gray island. The wall

 Was of red and rusty rock and the castle built on

 the top of this broad rampart ran entirely round

 the island. Gulls and ravens circled screeching over

 its towers and the crash of the waves on the rocky

 sea wall was so thunderous and dismaying that

 Speedy and the Princess unconsciously drew back.

                "Seems to me we have a couple of good reasons for

 flying away from here," whispered Speedy. "Ouch-

 duck, look out!"

                He jerked Gureeda violently aside just as an arrow

 from a narrow aperture in the red castle sped across

 the water and embedded itself in the sand at their

 feet. A note was impaled on the point. Pulling up

 the long shaft, Speedy removed the small square

 parchment and read with mingled interest and mis-

 giving the following message:

                "Go away at once. You are interfering with our

 War.

 "Radj, the Red, of Roaraway Island."

                Gureeda's eyes, as she read this note, grew round

 and dreamy.

                "There's a book about Roaraway Island in the

 castle. Come on, let's get it."

                "This is no time for books," muttered Speedy,

 thrusting the parchment into his pocket~

 Radj th~e Red all ready to fight. what we need is

 guns. Come on. Come Qn, Terrybubble, and keep

 away from the edge there. Though arrows would

 go right through Terrybubble without hurting," he

 remarked rather breathlessly as they scrambled up

 the terraced incline.

                When they reached the top, Waddy, Kachewka and

 Bamboula were all bending over the steering wheel

 in the silver umbrella shaft.

                "Look," panted Speedy, holding out the pierced

 parchment. "We've fallen between two warring

 islands. We'd better light out of here quick."

                In a tense little silence the King's three coun-

 selors read Radj's threatening message.

                "A war!" sputtered Bamboula, with what seemed

 to Speedy more joy than sorrow. "I'll call out the

 guards and the parashooters." With three tremen-

 dous thumps on his drum, he bounded to the edge

 of the terrace and began bawling at the top of his

 lungs:

                "To ums! To ums! Umbrellians to ums!"

                "There he goes starting another parade," wailed

 Rachewka, while Waddy continued to jiggle the

 steering wheel. "Chew, chew, kachew! What are we

 to do! I ask you what are we to do?"

                "Why not take off and fly away?" asked Speedy,

 impatiently hopping from one foot to the other.

                "Because our steering gear was broken by that

 bump," explained the Wizard glumly. "That bounce

 on the water did us no good. Why, it may take me

 days to repair this umbrella."

                "I thought magic instruments never got out of

 order," fumed Speedy, kneeling down beside the

 Wizard and squinting anxiously at the silver shaft

                "Magic instruments are more delicate and per-

 ishable than any other kind." Waddy straightening

 up with a sigh. "Water must have got into the

 works. Now you keep order here, Chewk, while I

 go aloft and see what can be done."

                "Hi, yi yi! The walls of both islands are swarming

 with soldiers," squealed Pansy, sliding down the sil-

 ver shaft of the umbrella. She had climbed to the top

 to get a better view of the enemy.

                "To ums! To urns!" shrilled Bamboula, raising his

 voice and frantically beating on his drum.

                "What does he mean, 'To ums'?" Speedy whis-

 pered to the Princess in a puzzled aside.

                "To umbrellas," explained Gureeda shortly. "You'd

 better have yours ready, too. Look!" Following the

 direction of the Princess' forefinger, he saw the Urn-

 brellians dashing from their homes, each carrying

 his umbrella like a shield, with the sharp, dagger-

 like points outward. In less than ten minutes they

 had formed a circle of shields round the island, with

 the sword-like ends bristling from the centers.

                "How about me taking a claw?" suggested Terry-

 bubble, twirling his new umbrella experimentally.

 "I used to be a splendid fighter."

                "Might be a good idea. What do you think?"

 Speedy looked questioningly at Gureeda and as

 Gureeda nodded her approval, the whistle and boom

 of cannon fire rent the air. Instead of shells the

 cannon catapulted a hundred arrows over the heads

 of the Umbrellians and, with a frightened squeak,

 Kachewka darted for the shelter of the castle, leav-

 ing the children and his countrymen to shift for

 themselves.

                "Another message from Radj," gasped Speedy

 flopping down on his stomach and pulling the

 Princess down beside him. Fortunately the arrows

 fell just short of the center of the island and So

 injured no one, and Bamboula, bouncing down the

 terrace like a great rubber ball, yelled wildly for

 the parashooters to fire.

                "What good will that do?" groaned Speedy, meas-

 uring the distance between Umbrella Island and

 the other two islands with a practiced eye. "We

 ought to have bombs or cannons or air ships. Oh,

 why doesn't Waddy come back? Where's the King

 and who's in charge around here?"

                As all of these questions flashed through his mind,

 Speedy suddenly recalled his conversation with the

 Wizard in the tower. Leaping to his feet, he sprinted

 at the fastest pace he had yet achieved for the silver

 umbrella shaft. Running his fingers wildly up and

 down its silver length, he pounced on a bright blue

 button and pushed it with all his strength. Above

 the roar of the cannon fire from both enemy islands,

 came a clash, clatter and slam, as the metal pro-

 tective curtain dropped instantly from the edges of

 the great umbrella and the arrows and rocks of the

 Sea Kings rattled harmlessly against this impene-

 trable wall of mail. Through its transparent folds

 the Umbrellians could see the puzzled and disgusted

 faces of the islands' rulers and warriors as their

 weapons fell back uselessly into the sea.

 "You've saved the day-the night-the realm!

 Give a cheer for the hero at the helm!"

 screamed Pansy, leaping on Speedy's shoulder and

 rubbing her soft head against his cheek.

                "You certainly did save us," cried the little Prin-

 cess, hastening over to Speedy's side. Her further

 remarks were drowned out by the yells and cheers

 of the generous-hearted Islanders, quick to approve

 of and appreciate the clever action of their young

 visitor. In the midst of the uproar, Sizzeroo, who

 had at last been wakened by the cannon fire, came

 plunging anxiously out of his castle.

                "What now?" puffed the agitated monarch.

 "What's going on around here?"

                "A war, Father, a war!" called the little Princess

 gleefully. "A war and we've won!"

  

 CHAPTER 12

 A Visit to Roaraway Island

 WHILE Bamboula, who felt he should have thought of

 the blue button himself, tramped rather sheep-

 ishly back to the royal terrace, Pansy in agi-

 tated little squeals explained the whole series

 of events following the rescue of the Wizard

 and Speedy.

 "You mean we are down between two warring islands

 and cannot fly away till Waddy mends the umbrella?"

 asked Sizzeroo, sitting heavily down on a marble

 bench.

                "Yes, and if this wide-awake young visitor had

 not dropped the mail curtain when he did, we would

 all have been neatly impaled on the enemy's lances,"

 declared Pansy, transferring herself to the King's

 shoulder and curling her braided tail affectionately

 around his neck. "He should have a medal, Sizzer,

 two medals, three medals and a saucer of cream."

                Speedy could not help smiling at thought of the

 saucer of cream. "It really was the Wizard who

 saved you," he told the King in embarrassment.

                "Yes, but" Sizzeroo rubbed his head, for arrows

 and stones were still rattling against the protective

 mail, and made it buzz unpleasantly. "You thought

 of the curtain and let it down in time and are en-

 titled to our undying gratitude and affection. I've a

 mind to give you half the island," he declared im

 Pulsively.

                "I'm going to give him my favorite Book of Trav-

 els, cried Gureeda, darting quickly into the palace.

                "Now please don't bother about a reward," begged

 Speedy. "I'll be leaving soon and it would be a shame

 to give half the island to a person who could not

 live here."

                "What's all this about giving away the island?"

 demanded Kachewka, who, unnoticed, had joined the

 small group around the King. "Your Majesty cannot

 do that without calling a conference of your coun-

 selors."

                "And a sweet time he would have had finding you,

 sneered Pansy. "When danger threatens you are

 never here. If it had not been for this speedy boy-

 this boy Speedy-we'd all be perfectly punctured by

 now. He is a hero, I tell you."

                "Anyone could push a button," retorted Kachewka

 with a contemptuous wave of his long, skinny hands.

                "Then why didn't you?" inquired the Watch Cat,

 licking her paws and giving her face a luxurious

 little scrub. "Because you were not here, my bold

 counselor. Because you were hiding under the King's

 throne and still have some gold dust sticking to your

 nose. Don't deny it, you were there and the boy was

 here, which makes him a hero and you a there-o. And

 what have you to say to that old Blue Braids?"

                "I think I'd better go see how Waddy is getting

 along," murmured Speedy, who was growing more

 uncomfortable and embarrassed every moment.

 "Wait for me here, Terrybubble." Without stopping

 to see how the argument ended, he hastened into the

 palace and mounted the silver steps to Waddy's

 tower, three at a time. When he reached the Wizard's

 workshop, he had no breath left to speak and, puf-

 fing and panting, sat down on a low bench to recover

 himself. Waddy was busily hammering and tinker-

 ing away at his electric steering board.

                "You did us a good turn letting down that curtain.

 I see you never forget what you remember," he ob-

 served, looking up with a smile. "I've a notion to

 make you my assistant. And as a first step, would

 you mind looking out the window and telling me

 what's going on now?"

                Speedy needed no second invitation to look through

 the revolving telescopes and dragged a tall stool

 hurriedly over to the nearest one. The telescope

 was pointed toward the gray island and, after not-

 ing that the walls were still swarming with soldiers,

 he deciphered the pennant flying from the castle.

                "Nadj of Norroway," announced the fluttering ban-

 ner. Quickly reporting these facts to the Wizard,

 Speedy moved over to a telescope on the opposite

 side of the tower. Taking a long interested squint,

 he was astonished to see a small boat bearing twelve

 soldiers and a tall, red bearded King shoving off

 from Roaraway.

                "Say, it looks as if Radj were coming over," he

 puffed, hopping down from the stool. "The boat's

 flying a white flag."

                "Well, just go down and see what he wants," di-

 rected Waddy in an abstracted voice. "If you have

 to go through the curtain there's a zipper opening by

 the golden gate at the foot of the King's garden."

                "Shall I tell Sizzeroo or Kachewka?" asked Speedy,

 rather overcome at so much responsibility.

                "Oh, no. I think you can handle these Radjets and

 Nadjets while I fix this gadjet." Waddy spoke with

 such calm confidence and at the same time smiled

 so encouragingly, Speedy's chest expanded about

 three inches and, resolved to keep all of his wits

 about him, he gave the Wizard a cheerful wave and

 again clattered down the silver stair.

                The bombardment had ceased for the time being,

 the Umbrellians more or less accustomed to strange

 adventures had returned to their tasks and pleasures

 and no one noticed the small boy hurrying so rapidly

 to the edge of the island. There was nobody at the

 foot of the King's garden and, first locating the zip-

 per by the golden gate, Speedy next dashed over to

 the spot where the boat of Radj was already resting

 on the oars of the seamen. Waving his arms to at-

 tract the King's attention, Speedy scribbled a small

 note on a piece of paper he found in his pocket and

 held it up against the transparent curtain.

                "What can we do for your Majesty?" Speedy had

 printed as he thought very diplomatically.

                "You can go away," came the answering message,

 scribbled by Radj with chalk on the cloak of one of

 his soldiers. "Go away and leave us in peace to con-

 tinue our war."

                "Suppose we talk this over," printed Speedy, after

 reading the Sea King's message several times. "May

 I depend on your Majesty's honor for a safe return

 after the conference?" He felt exceedingly proud

 of the word "conference" and waited impatiently for

 the King's reply. Instead of printing his answer,

 Radj beckoned imperiously and then, removing his

 tall red helmet, solemnly nodded his head.

                Taking this for a promise, Speedy hurried over to

 the zipper, snapped it open, stepped through and

 snapped it shut before the Red King and his war-

 riors realized what had happened. Motioning for the

 boat to approach, Speedy stood with folded arms in

 what he considered a very proper ambassadorial at-

 titude.

                "Are you the ruler of this interloping island?"

 boomed Radj, as his seamen with long strokes

 brought the boat close enough for Speedy to step

 aboar&

                "Sizzeroo is King of Umbrella Island, but just now

 I am acting for the King," answered Speedy in a

 dignified voice.

                "Sizzer-WHO?" Radj spoke so lustily his red

 whiskers blew straight out. "Well, your Sizzer who-

 ever he is had better move out of my way or it will

 be the worse for him."

                "Couldn't you stop the war for a little while?"

 ventured Speedy, taking the place two of the war-

 riors made between them, and thinking how splen-

 did this Sea King looked in his high helmet and red

 armor.

                "Stop the war and throw two thousand men out

 of work?" blustered Radj indignantly. "I should say

 not. Why, this war has been going on for centuries."

                "But who started it?" inquired Speedy, to gain a

 little time.

                "The great, great, great, great, great, great

 Grandfather of Nadj, of Norroway, called my great,

 great, great, great, great, great Grandfather a cab-

 bage!" stated Radj, his voice trembling a little at

 the mere memory of this outrageous insult.

                "Well, I don't see what that has to do with you or

 now," argued Speedy. "What's the use of fighting

 about an old cabbage?"

                "Are you referring to my great, great, great,

 great, great, great Grandfather?" inquired Radi,

 clapping his hand to his sword and snapping

 blue eyes sulphurously.

                "No! No! No, indeed!" Speedy spoke with a

 gulp. "But it does seem sort of useless to spend your

 whole life fighting."

                "What else is there?" inquired the Red King im-

 patiently. "Our island provides without labor for all

 of our needs, and we cannot hunt and fish eternally."

                "You could build ships, couldn't you, and go ex-

 ploring?" suggested Speedy, "or you and the men

 of Norroway could have athletic contests and

 like that."

                "And what are athletic contests?" asked Radj

 leaning thoughtfully on his lance.

                "Oh, tests to prove who can shoot their arrows

 farthest or jump the highest or run the fastest, or

 wrestle the most cleverly," explained Speedy.

                "Well, wouldn't that just be another sort of war?"

 Radj wrinkled his brows in evident puzzlement.

 "Suppose the Nadjians won these contests you speak

 of, shot their arrows farthest, proved that their men

 could outdistance mine, why that would make me so

 red hot, roaring mad, I'd declare war on them at

 once, and if my men won, Nadj would want to fight

 me."

                "I guess you do not care much about good sports-

 manship," sighed the Wizard's ambassador, feeling

 he was getting nowhere by appealing to the King's

 better nature. "But couldn't you call off the war

 until our visit is ended?"

                "And how long will that be?" Radj drew his sword

 from the sheath and regarded it lovingly.

                "Well that depends." Speedy had no intention of

 telling the Red King about the island's broken steer-

 ing gear.

                "It depends, does it!" Radj thrust back his sword

 with a flashing smile. "Well you go back and tell

 King Sizzeroo that he and his annoying little island

 had better not Sizzeroost around here too long, or

 I'll shoot you all to the bottom of the Nonestic Ocean

 with my famous water gun. That snuffer he's let

 down may keep out our arrows and rocks, but noth-

 ing can save him from my water gun. Come along

 and I'll show you how it works."

                Speedy gulped and grasped both sides of the boat

 as the King's men dipped their oars in the choppy

 sea and headed for Roaraway Island. He wondered

 whether, after all, Waddy had not been mistaken in

 his ability to deal with this big blustering Sea King.

 But frightened and uneasy as he was, he assumed

 an air of careful indifference, asking quiet and casual

 questions about the tides, the wind and the weather,

 and all of these questions Radj readily and politely

 answered. The oarsmen, instead of landing when

 they reached the rocky shores of Roaraway, rowed

 on and around to a point about half a mile from the

 opposite side.

                "The water depth here is not more than twenty

 feet and as we need a much greater depth for our

 gun, we keep it around on this side," explained Radj

 obligingly. "It is constructed to shoot entirely over

 our own island and in any direction whatsoever!"

                "I see," answered Speedy in a rather faint voice

 and then added shrewdly, "It does not seem to have

 done much damage to Norroway."

                "Aha, men, listen to the little Solomon. I admire

 your perspicacity, small sliver of a wise oak. But

 naturally, I have not used my gun on Norroway. It

 would sink the island like a stone and leave me no

 one to make war on. Now attend closely, my valiant

 bantling. You are about to see the most marvelous

 invention since gunpowder."

                Speedy needed no urging to attend closely, for he

 wanted to remember every detail of this unheard of

 Weapon to report to the Wizard and to Uncle Billy,

 if ever he got back to Long Island. Squeezed be-

 tween the hairy warriors in the small rocking boat,

 his chances for even reaching Umbrella Island in

 safety seemed dreadfully slim. Nevertheless, he bent

 far out over the side. as Radj waved his men in under

 a huge projecting cliff.

                The tremendous gun, fastened by many chains to

 an immense rock, rested half in and half out of the

 water, and looked somewhat like a cannon and some-

 what like a mighty rubber hose. An automatic pump

 was attached to the water end of the gun and as the

 boat drew in nearer, Radj leaned down, pulled a

 lever in the pump, swung the gun about till it was

 pointing toward a small deserted island possibly a

 mile distant, and then pulled the metal cord that set

 it off. Hardly knowing what to expect, Speedy

 jumped to his feet. As he did, with the rush, roar

 and power of Niagara, a green torrent of water

 arched in a hissing curve through the air and fell

 like a tidal wave upon its mark. The ocean for miles

 around heaved, bubbled and broke into tumultuous

 waves from the furious impact, and the small boat

 containing Speedy and the Radjians bounced about

 like a cockle shell. Stunned by the frightful uproar

 and almost blinded by the spray, Speedy clutched the

 nearest object, which happened to be the leg of the

 tall Sea King.

                "Well, are you satisfied?" Swinging Speedy to his

 broad red shouder he pointed off toward the west.

 Where the island had been, not one bit of land or

 even wreckage was visible.

                "Tell old Sizzer he has till ten o'clock to-morrow,"

 Puffed Radj, dropping Speedy down between the sea-

 men. "If his island is not gone then, we'll sink it,

 beach, castle, woods, houses and everything! But

 don't say I didn't warn you. And if, my wise little

 monkey, instead of going off with the others, you

 prefer to stay here with me, I'll make you fifth in

 command of my Roaraway warriors. I like your

 spirit, bantling."

                To this munificent offer Speedy shook his head, and

 then as he could think of nothing to say, preserved

 as impressive a silence as his wildly beating heart

 would permit of, but not till the Sea King's boat

 reached Umbrella Island did he fully recover from

 the shock of the water gun.

                "Goodbye, then!" rumbled Radj, swinging him

 good naturedly ashore. "Sorry to seem unsociable,

 but I never allow anything to interfere with my

 wars!"

                Indignant as he was, Speedy could not help feeling

 a certain admiration for the big, bluff ruler of Roar-

 away and as his boat pulled away he gave the Red

 Sea King a wide, friendly, vigorous wave.

                "It was pretty sporting of him to tell us about his

 gun before using it," decided the assistant wizard of

 Umbrella Island, and then zipping through Waddy's

 curtain, he carefully closed the opening behind him.

 CHAPTER 13

 A Troublesome Problem

                SPEEDY was in a great hurry to report to

 Waddy, but he stopped first to have a few

 words with Terrybubble. The dinosaur had

 his huge skull resting on the limb of a China-

 berry tree, and curled up quite cozily on the

 same branch was the King's Watch Cat. The

 two had the royal terrace to themselves and

 Pansy was telling Terrybubble all about life

 on Umbrella Island.

 Seeing that his faithful fossil was for the time being

 not only safe, but interested and happy, Speedy went

 directly to the Wizard's tower.

                "Whew, you ought to have an elevator," he puffed,

 dropping wearily on a gold bench.

                "You don't mean to say you've been walking up

 those steps all this time?" Waddy peered over his

 specs with an amused twinkle. "I thought better of

 a scientist's nephew than that! All you have to do

 is to turn the knob on the balustrade at the bottom

 and you'll whiz up. Did you expect a fat old fellow

 like me to arrange such a climb for himself? What's

 the use of being a wizard without a little wizzing?

 So the next time you come, make me whizit!" di-

 rected Waddy, tapping a golden nail sharply with

 his silver hammer.

                "Does the knob take one down, too?" Speedy felt

 rather mortified to think he had not discovered this

 trick before.

                "Up and down," answered the Wizard briskly. "But

 tell me what happened-anything new and interest-

 ing? How did you get on with His Radjesty?"

                "What happened here?" countered Speedy, who

 was anxious to know how far the Wizard had pro-

 gressed with his repairs.

                "Nothing," confessed Waddy, with an exasperated

 shrug of his immense shoulders. "I've tried oil, air,

 pressure and poetry-lubrication, incantation and

 even-er-even a few coniferous curses, but still this

 pestiferous umbrella won't budge."

                "But how much longer will it take?" asked Speedy,

 viewing with deep concern the completely disman-

 tled steering board.

                "No telling," Waddy sighed, and picking up a red

 blower inserted it in a small tube in the board.

 "To-morrow-next day-maybe-Christmas !"

                "Christmas !" echoed Speedy, clutching the bench

 with both hands. "Oh, Waddy, you must fix it right

 away. Listen-did you ever hear of a water gun?"

                "A water gun?" The Wizard dropped the blower

 with a crash. "Why that's been a pet idea of mine

 for centuries, but I've never been able to get enough

 suction into the thing."

                "Well, someone else has." Speedy dragged out his

 handkerchief and ran it hurriedly over his perspiring

 face.

                "Radj?" questioned the Wizard, lunging anxiously

 toward the little boy.

                "Yes!" said Speedy, stuffing the handkerchief back

 into his pocket.

                "Oh, he just told you he had one," frowned Waddy,

 resting his elbows heavily on the table.

                "No." Speedy shook his head sorrowfully. "He

 showed it to me and I saw it sink an island as big as

 this one. Just like that!" Snapping his fingers, the

 little boy stared solemnly up at the King's kindly

 counselor.

                "Merciful Monkeys! You mean you went off to

 Roaraway with that Red Headed Rascal? How long

 have we got? How long did he give us? Quick, fetch

 me my book of Sea Witchery and water magic, close

 the door as you go out, tell them not to wait dinner

 for me and not a breath of this to anyone-not a

 breath! This is between you and me and the gate

 post. No, not even the gate post! Remember, you

 are my first assistant and I expect you to go below

 and act as if nothing more had happened since you

 dropped the metal curtain. Now then!" Sweeping

 everything off the table, Waddy jumped up, spun

 about like a top and then darted toward a low cabi-

 net where he kept the most powerful of his magic

 appliances. Almost as swiftly, Speedy dashed over

 to the shelves and fairly pounced upon the large vol-

 ume of Sea Witchery.

                "We have till ten o'clock to-morrow morning," he

 called, placing the book carefully on the end of the

 table, and then, as Waddy, still on his knees before

 the cabinet, nodded to show he understood, the little

 boy picked up his magic umbrella which he had for-

 gotten on his trip to Roaraway, and tiptoeing

 through the door closed it softly behind him. Only

 too well he realized the Wizard would have to work

 fast and without interruption if he was to raise Um-

 brella Island before the Red King set off his destroy-

 ing gun.

                Even the exciting swoop down the circular stair-

 case, when he turned the knob at the top of the

 balustrade, did not completely comfort him or take

 his mind off the dreadful danger threatening him and

 his new found friends. He would have liked to tell

 Gureeda about the water gun and his unexpected

 visit to Roaraway, but remembering the Wizard's

 warning, he decided to get himself a book from the

 castle library and try to keep his mind off the whole

 unhappy business till dinner time. He was on his

 way to this enormous and interesting room when

 Kachewka darted out between a heavy pair of blue

 curtains.

                "Come!" urged the King's Chief Counselor, taking

 him firmly by the arm. "Come, and I will conduct

 you to your room, for you will naturally wish to dress

 for dinner. It is-er-er-customary," finished

 Kachewka with a dignified cough. The critical gaze

 of the old statesman swept Speedy scornfully from

 head to foot, and conscious for the first time of his

 dusty, torn and now completely water soaked suit,

 Speedy grew very red and uncomfortable.

                "I have had our Royal Costumer fashion you a few

 -er-more suitable garments," continued Kachewka,

 drawing him rapidly along the splendid corridor,

 and before Speedy had time to object or offer one

 remark, he had opened the door of a richly appointed

 apartment, switched on the lights and with a brief

 nod taken himself off.

                Sticking his tongue out at the old counselor's back,

 Speedy closed the door, turned the silver key in the

 lock and turned to examine his new quarters. Every-

 thing in the room was blue or silver and the furnish-

 ings were in excellent taste. There were many com-

 fortable arm chairs, a very grand desk and table, a

 roomy couch, a case full of new books, countless

 lamps on tall, silver stands and a remarkable four-

 post bed with a gay and dashing tapestry.

                On the couch twelve complete costumes were

 spread for his approval. Picking up the first, an

 elaborate affair with blue satin trousers, a white

 satin blouse and shiny red boots, Speedy gave an

 amused sniff, then glimpsing a blue bath beyond the

 bed room, he stepped out of his dusty travelling

 clothes, took a hot and cold shower and, greatly re-

 freshed, began to draw on one of the ceremonial

 costumes Kachewka had provided.

                "The whole works," he chuckled surveying himself

 gayly in the long mirror. "Even a queue! Whew!

 Wouldn't the fellows rag me if they could see this?"

                Setting the tightly fitting silk cap with the long

 shining braid attached, on the exact center of his

 head he made himself a neat and nonchalant bow.

 "I look just like a Chinaman, but still-" he stepped

 back a pace to get a better view. "It's not such a

 bad looking outfit at that - kinda goes with the rest

 of the scenery. Wonder if Terrybubble'll know me?"

                Finding that Gureeda had placed the book of trav-

 els she had promised him on the table beside the

 bed, he tucked it under one arm and with his magic

 umbrella swinging from the other, he unlocked his

 door, and in a haughty and exceedingly dignified

 manner proceeded along the corridor, down the sil-

 ver steps and into the throne room. No one but

 Terrybubble was there to witness his triumphal en-

 try.

                "I thought you were the other one," muttered the

 dinosaur, as Speedy to attract his attention trod

 playfully on his hind claw. "She was here a moment

 ago. Oh my dear self! You look exactly like that

 Princess girl."

                "You mean she looks like me," corrected Speedy

 loftily, for he could not bear even the thought of

 looking like a girl. "Well, I can't help that, old fellow.

 Girls dress the same as boys on this island and while

 I'm here I might as well look like the rest of the

 Umbrella birds."

                "When are we going to use our umbrellas?" asked

 Terrybubble, gazing fondly down at his own which

 he had hooked through one of his ribs.

                "Never, I hope," breathed Speedy fervently, re-

 calling with a shiver his leap from the Wizard's

 tower. "But it's safer to keep them with us, for in

 countries like this, Terrybubble, one never knows

 what will happen."

                "No, I suppose not," agreed the monster, shaking

 his head reflectively. "But when are we going to

 Oz? I like the sound of that country."

                "Not for a long time, I hope," answered Gureeda,

 stepping quickly in from the terrace. Four footmen

 walked solemnly behind her, bearing an enormous

 wreath of roses, which she thoughtfully had woven

 into a fresh collar for Terrybubble. Gureeda, herself,

 was dressed in a blue trousered suit like Speedy's

 and paused in surprise when she saw the American

 boy in a costume exactly matching her own. "Why

 now, you're a real Umbrella Islander!" exclaimed

 Gureeda, viewing him delightedly from all angles.

                "Yes, and you both are as like as two Umbrella

 birds," grumbled the dinosaur. "Both with braids,

 boots, blouses and trousers. I'll be mixing you up

 first thing you know and carrying the wrong one

 back to America."

                "Oh no you won't, for I'll always have a parasol

 and Speedy will have an umbrella," the Princess re-

 minded him calmly. "Besides, our voices are differ-

 ent and I'm not half so brave. Did you like the

 book?" she asked shyly and in the next breath.

                "Have it with me," smiled Speedy, deciding that

 when he grew up and was old enough to marry, he'd

 choose a girl exactly like the little Princess of Um-

 brella Island. Even her persistent reading habit did

 not greatly annoy him, and almost forgetting about

 Radj and his water gun, he helped Gureeda remove

 Terrybubble's faded daisy wreath and adjust the

 fragrant collar of roses.

                 "I'll bet you're the first prehistoric monster who

 ever wore a decoration like this," chuckled Speedy,

 as Terrybubble set them both carefully down on the

 polished floor. "And how you are going to stand life

 in a musty old museum, I don't know!"

                 "Oh, must he go back to a museum?" sighed Gu-

 reeda. "Why cannot you both stay here and fly all

 over the world with us?"

 "But Terrybubble really belongs to that profes-

 sor," explained Speedy regretfully, "and I'll wager

 he's having a fit over his disappearance right now.

 As for Uncle Billy, I don't know what he must be

 thinking."

                 "Oh well, we don't have to bother about that now,"

 said Gureeda sensibly, "for until Waddy mends our

 umbrella we cannot go anywhere."

                "Except to the bottom of the Nonestic Ocean,"

 thought Speedy with a little shudder. Then, as Siz-

 zeroo and his courtiers came trailing grandly into

 the throne room and everything got exceedingly dull

 and stuffy, the two children ran out into the garden

 to have a game of tag before dinner.

                At dinner the King was abstracted and sad, es-

 pecially when his gaze rested on his young visitor

 and the Princess who were sitting side by side, whis-

 pering and giggling together. The similarity in their

 size and appearance was positively startling, now

 that Speedy wore the loose silk costume of the Island-

 ers, and Kachewka, each time he caught the direc-

 tion of the King's gaze, would nod away to himself

 like a little China Mandarin. The talk was mostly

 of the warring Sea Kings and conjectures as to how

 long Umbrella Island would be forced to rest between

 Roaraway and Norroway.

                Bamboula sought to enliven the party with a song,

 but in spite of its sonorous rendering and catchy

 tune, it brought only a languid applause from the

 preoccupied diners. The first verse ran like this:

                "Goodhearted and good fellowing

                we gaily go umbrellowing

                And find it all so mellowing

                we're never sad at all!"

                There was more of the same sort of thing and to

 make up for the company's lack of enthusiasm

 Speedy clapped long and vigorously and was re-

 warded by a deep and special bow from the King's

 Su-jester. After dinner, Gureeda showed unmistak-

 able signs of losing herself in a book, and as Speedy

 was anxious to see how Waddy was getting on, he

 bade the King and Pansy a polite good night and

 after a little whispered advice to Terrybubble quietly

 withdrew. A few minutes later he slipped noiselessly

 into the Wizard's workshop.

                "Nothing yet," reported Waddy glumly. He was

 sitting on the floor surrounded by zippers, clippers,

 low burning oil jugs, bowls of spiraling incense, per-

 fect heaps of open books, pamphlets and rolls of

 parchment, and was so distracted and engrossed he

 never even noticed his first assistant's new clothes.

                Seeing that his presence only disturbed the old

 sage, Speedy quietly left, picking up on his way out

 what he supposed was a flash light. There was no

 lamp on the spiral stair and he thought thus to cheer

 his trip down. But he slid to the bottom so quickly

 he did not even have a chance to switch it on, and

 resolving to return it to Waddy in the morning, he

 thoughtfully made his way to his own apartment.

 The bed was turned down and a pair of gaudy yel-

 low silk pajamas had been placed across the foot

 So Speedy undressed, and slipping luxuriously under

 the silk sheet and satin quilt turned on the lamp

 beside his bed and tried to concentrate on his book

 of travels.

                But try as he would, he could not keep his mind

 on the gaudy pictures and text. The great, green

 torrent of Radj's water gun kept coming between

 him and the printed page. So he finally gave up all

 idea of reading, and drawing on his slippers, picked

 up the Wizard's flash and stepped softly out on the

 balcony. Across the water, and twinkling through

 the transparent curtain of mail, he could see the

 lights of the Red King's Castle, and leaning heavily

 on the balcony railing he tried to think of some

 way to help Waddy struggling all alone with the ter-

 rible problem of the water gun. The Wizard's flash

 made a small bright circle of light on the rail, and

 all at once, to Speedy's surprise and consternation,

 the rail began to crumble and melt, giving way so

 suddenly he had barely time to recover his balance.

                "Merciful Monkeys!" sputtered the little boy, bor-

 rowing Waddy's phrase, "this isn't a flash light; it's

 some sort of magic ray. Why it cuts right through

 iron-through iron!" As soon as he had uttered the

 word iron, Speedy knew the thing that must be done

 -the dangerous and desperate thing he himself must

 do. Switching off the sputtering current, he climbed

 noiselessly over the balcony, dropped to the ground

 and ran swiftly down the terrace toward the King's

 private garden.

  

 CHAPTE 14

 In the Cave at Roaraway

 THE full moon, like a beneficent Chi-

 nese lantern, hung low over the murmuring

 sea, making a silvery lane of light from Um-

 brella Island to Roaraway. For a moment,

 Speedy, who had just stepped through the

 zipper in the metal curtain, stood thoughtfully

 on the sandy shore. Then, kicking Qff his

 slippers, h e dove straight into the dark-

 ling waters, and coming up with scarcely a ripple,

 swam rapidly toward the Red King's Castle.

 The ocean felt warm and mysterious, and fearful

 of tropical fish and strange unknown currents,

 Speedy cut swiftly through the phosphorescent waves

 and in less than ten minutes was clambering up over

 the slippery rocks of Roaraway itself. Regretting

 bitterly his bare feet, he picked his way along the

 stony shore, stepping close to the castle wall and

 keeping a sharp lookout for sentries.

 Time and again he heard them calling out their

 watches from the broad rampart over his head, but

 none were posted on the beach and he proceeded

 unchallenged to the shallow sea cave that housed the

 Red King's water gun. It seemed to take longer than

 when the seamen. had rowed him there, and Speedy,

 suffering from more than one bruise and scratch on

 his unshod feet, sat down on a great boulder at the

 cave's mouth to recover himself. The sea, dashing

 against the rocks inside, sounded like a cage full of

 lions and as he crept beneath the huge cliff, and

 began crawling toward the half submerged cannon,

 he almost felt that real lions were awaiting him.

 He had turned on the Wizard's flash and by its

 sputtering ray he managed to reach in safety the

 giant rock to which Radj had chained his sea weapon.

 Here again Speedy was forced to rest. Then, taking

 a long quivering breath, he turned the flash on the

 first of the heavy chains. With a loud, clattering

 noise, the magic ray cut through the iron and the

 severed links fell clanging to the rocks below.

 There were more than fifty of these massive chains,

 holding the gun in a spidery web of iron. Gritting

 his teeth and hoping that no one heard the awful

 racket, Speedy grimly and methodically cut through

 them all. When only two held Radj's straining,

 creaking instrument of destruction to the rock, he

 stopped to look for something to hold to when these

 last chains gave way and the gun plunged headlong

 to the bottom of the sea. He did not intend, after

 all his trouble, to be dashed off the cliff by the result-

 ing splash and upheaval. A tall, conical rock seemed

 to offer some security, so hooking his arm around

 this and also lashing himself fast by the cord of his

 yellow pajamas, the little boy doggedly completed his

 task. As the last chain fell away, the water gun with

 an almost human gurgle and sigh dropped like a

 plummet to the bottom of the sea. Waves rose in

 smashing succession to beat upon the small figure

 clinging to the rock, but closing his eyes and shak-

 ing his head like a spaniel after each dreadful dous-

 ing, Speedy hung on, and at last when the tumult had

 subsided issued thankfully from the cave. Retrac-

 ing his steps till he was at the exact spot where he

 had landed, with a triumphant and secret wave

 toward the sleeping King, he again dove into the sea

 and made his way slowly and painfully back to Um-

 brella Island.

                Recovering his slippers, he let himself through the

 zipper and tiptoed stiffly and wearily back to the blue

 room. Here he stripped off his wet pajamas, dried

 himself sleepily on a rough blue towel, and still

 wrapped in its comforting folds, jumped quickly into

 bed, falling asleep before the sea spray had dried

 on his forehead.

                The conviction that someone was staring intently

 down at him wakened Speedy next morning. Rolling

 over he blinked drowsily into the face of the King's

 Wizard, who was bending anxiously over his head.

                "Glad you can sleep so well," mumbled Waddy in

 a slightly annoyed voice. "Know what time it is?"

                "No," yawned Speedy, burrowing down deeper into

 the silken pillows. "What time is it, anyway?"

                "Half past nine," stated Waddy tensely, "and I've

 come to tell you we must take to the boats. I'm on

 my way to warn the King. We can just pull out of

 harm's way before that gun is set off."

                "Then the umbrella's not mended?" Speedy sat

 up clasping his knees with both hands.

                "No!" Sinking into a chair beside the bed, Waddy

 covered his face, gray and drawn from his long

 night's struggle to repair the steering gear. "To

 think we must really leave this island, with all its

 comforts and treasures and with all the improve-

 ments and inventions of a thousand years," he

 groaned bitterly. "I almost had us aloft, another

 hour will fix it, I swear, but another hour will be too

 late, but whatever am I doing wasting time here?

                Get up, my boy, collect that immense bony wreck and

 come down to the beach."

                "Wait," called Speedy, as the Wizard plunged un-

 steadily toward the door. "I don't believe Radj will

 shoot off his gun, after all."

                "Why? A King never breaks his word. Now do

 stop arguing and come along," directed Waddy ir-

 ritably.

                "Just the same he won't use it," insisted Speedy,

 and leaping out of bed with the blue silk coverlet

 still clutched around him, he caught hold of the fly-

 ing cords round the Wizard's waist.

                "Why?" panted Waddy, trying to jerk away.

                "Because that gun is at the bottom of the Nonestic

 Ocean!" crowed Speedy, dancing around the Wizard

 like a small Indian warrior around a totem pole. "I

 swam to Roaraway last night and cut it adrift with

 your magic flash and wouldn't you like to see the

 Red King's face when the clock strikes ten?"

                "You what?" gasped Waddy, clutching his braided

 beard with both fat hands. "You really mean that

 gun is at the bottom of the sea? why this - this is

 simply simpanoorious. No wonder you were sleepy

 this morning! How can we ever repay you? Wait

 here. I'll tell the King! I'll tell the Court! I'll tell

 the whole sweet island!"

                "Stop! Stop! Please don't!" Letting go the cord

 around the Wizard's waist, Speedy seized his coat

 tails and hung there resolutely as Waddy tried to

 rush through the door.

                "Listen. No one knew about that gun and now

 We've fixed it so they never need to know. Let's keep

 it a secret just between ourselves. It will only make

 a lot of talk and excitement and I'd hate that."

                "Now whatever are you talking about?" grum-

 bled the Wizard, dropping into an arm chair. "Here,

 let me look at you. I don't believe you're true. A

 nice sight you are, with all those bruises and

 scratches and sea weed still stuck in your hair! But

 I'll tell you this, you look more like a Wizard every

 minute, the Assistant Wizard of Umbrella Island.

 How about it? Will you take the job?"

                "As long as I'm here I will," grinned Speedy, know-

 ing he had gained his point. "But, oh Waddy, it was

 awful in that cave!"

                "Next time you decide to use magic, let me help!"

 Sweeping his first assistant to his barrel-like chest,

 Waddy gave him a tremendous hug. "But tell me,"

 he continued seriously, "how did you get hold of my

 metal melting flash and how did you think up such

 a scheme in the first place?"

                Perched precariously on his vast knee, Speedy

 soon told him, and after telling and retelling the im-

 portant parts, till Waddy was perfectly satisfied,

 Speedy hastily donned another of his gaudy suits

 and accompanied the Wizard in Chief to his en-

 chanted tower.

                "When that red-headed rascal misses his gun

 there'll be all kinds of trouble," prophesied Waddy,

 settling happily down before the electric steering

 board, which was in a much more hopeful state than

 on the evening before. "But it won't matter, now.

 I ought to have this finished in forty minutes, so curl

 up on that red couch and have yourself a nap. You've

 done enough helping for today. There's your break-

 fast on that tray, too. I ordered it, thinking you'd be

 up to see me first thing this morning."

                Instead of taking the nap suggested by the Wiz-

 ard, Speedy, after downing the appetizing breakfast,

 hurried over to the revolving telescope on the Roar-

 away side of the tower. Unfortunately he could not

 see the side of the island where the water gun had

 been, nor the excitement and rage of the Sea King

 when he went to set off his terrible sea cannon. But

 presently four boat loads of warriors swept round

 the curve. In the first boat, Radj stood angrily erect,

 shaking his great red shield and spear at Umbrella

 Island.

                "They're coming over! They're coming over!"

 yelled Speedy, tumbling off the tall stool before the

 telescope. "They have tips of fire on their spears.

 Oh Waddy, are you sure that curtain will hold?"

                "It won't need to," answered the Wizard with a

 satisfied little sniff. "We're leaving, my boy, sooner

 than sooner, in other words at once!"

                As he finished speaking, Waddy touched a lever

 on his board and Speedy felt an answering alive-

 ness and vibration through the whole island, like

 the throb of engines on an ocean liner. Just as

 the Red King's boats scraped against the sandy

 shore, Umbrella Island lifted, and lightly as a toy

 balloon went soaring up toward the sky. Almost

 overturned by this unexpected take-off, the four

 boats bounced and rocked violently about, and the

 last thing Speedy saw was the wrathful red face and

 waving arms of the angry ruler of Roaraway.

                "It seems too bad that an invention like that had

 to be destroyed," he sighed, turning rather thought-

 fully away from the telescope.

                "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," puffed the Wiz-

 ard easily. "A fellow smart enough to construct

 one water gun is smart enough to duplicate it. In

 three months that big sea lion will have a new gun

 and be lording it over all the islands in the Nonestic

 Ocean."

                "Say, do you have any paper and pencils?" asked

 Speedy, seating himself hurriedly beside the Wizard.

 Now that his steering board was mended, Waddy

 was polishing its levers and buttons with a large

 silver cloth.

                "I want to draw a diagram of that gun before I

 forget how it looked. I believe Uncle Billy could

 make one just as powerful for the United States

 Navy and wouldn't that be a scoop? You know, I

 believe I'll join the navy," he muttered a moment

 later, as he settled down seriously with the materials

 Waddy had obligingly supplied.

                In his mind's eye he could aleady see himself in

 the smart uniform of a naval officer in command of

 a fleet of battle ships equipped with these tremen-

 dous and powerful new water guns. Indeed, he was

 so busy with thoughts, and the Wizard was so occu-

 pied with his polishing, that neither heard the creak

 of the banister, bringing visitors up the spiral stair-

 way, and both jumped with annoyance as a series of

 thumps and bangs sounded on the door.

                "Aha, the hand shaking committee!"

 Throwing down his silver cloth, Waddy made a little grimace,

 then waddled resignedly across the room to admit

 Sizzeroo, Bamboula, Kachewka and a dozen or more

 courtiers, who had just discovered the Island was

 moving again.

                "Oh bother," exclaimed Speedy, shoving his dia-

 gram quickly into a drawer. "Don't they know we

 wizards have important work to do?"

                "They think they have important work to do, also,"

 sighed Waddy. "Thanking us is the work they have

 set themselves to do just now, so we might as well

 oil up our smiles and bear it. All ready now."

                There was simply no resisting this big jolly Wiz-

 ard, and impatient as he was to finish his sketch,

 Speedy was grinning broadly as the royal delegation

 burst impetuously into the tower shop.

 CHAPTER 15

 Terrybubble Leaves for Oz

 SEVERAL days had passed since

 Speedy's exciting swim to Roaraway - days so

 calm and dreamlike, so unreal and enchanting

 that he hated to think of leaving this island.

 He and Gureeda had jolly mornings, swing-

 ing their heels from the island's edge and climb-

 ing the trees in the umbrella groves. He and

 Waddy had thrilling afternoons, flying the island,

 testing out magic devices in the Wizard's tower.

 He and Terrybubble had curious evenings when they

 slipped off together to explore the jungles that

 covered the western half of Sizzeroo's small domain.

                At Speedy's request, Waddy kept the island cir-

 cling over Oz, and though he often squinted through

 the Wizard's telescope at its many gay and familiar

 castles, he was not quite ready to be rescued. Once

 he set foot in Oz, it would be his plain duty to relieve

 as soon as possible the anxiety of Uncle Billy by

 asking Ozma to send him and Terrybubble back to

 the United States. For a little longer Speedy wanted

 to enjoy the life of a carefree visitor and assistant

 wizard of Umbrella Island.

                It was pretty grand to waken in a castle-to find

 a blue and silver footman standing at attention be-

 side the bed to offer him a tall tumbler of fruit

 juice, to eat like a king at every meal and to have

 his slightest wish or desire immediately fulfilled or

 anticipated.

                He never tired of the droll songs of Bamboula, the

 King's Su-jester, and the sarcastic verses of Pansy,

 the Watch Cat. Indeed, he grew fond of everyone in

 the castle with the exception of Kachewka, and

 though the sneezy old counselor showered him with

 small favors and attentions, Speedy always felt cross

 and uncomfortable in his presence.

                Of all that grand and gay company, only Sizzeroo

 puzzled him. Though the round, double-chinned face

 of the island's ruler seemed just formed for good-

 natured jollity, it always wore an expression of ex-

 treme sorrow and melancholy. Once, coming unex-

 pectedly upon his Majesty in a secluded nook in the

 garden, Speedy was shocked and embarrassed to find

 him in tears.

                "Why, whatever's the matter?" blurted out the

 little boy. "Shall I call the Wizard or Kachewka?"

                "No, no, it's nothing," choked Sizzeroo, dabbing at

 his eyes with a tremendous silk handkerchief. "I

 just got to thinking of all the canary birds left with-

 out water and bird seed, of all the old men without

 pipes and of all the little children without grand-

 mothers!"

                "But do you know of any special ones?" inquired

 Speedy, very much bewildered by the King's answer.

 "Perhaps there are not as many as your Majesty

 supposes."

                "Oh! Oh, what difference does it make?" sobbed

 Sizzeroo. "Oh me! Oh my! Oh me, my, you and us!"

                "But please, can't I bring you something?" begged

 Speedy, jumping up in great distress.

                "Bring a bucket," gulped the King, and throwing

 his handkerchief over his head he stumbled off down

 the garden path, leaving Speedy more mystified than

 ever. When he questioned Gureeda about her fa-

 ther's strange actions, the Princess looked almost

 ready to cry herself, and, convinced that there was

 something both members of the royal family were

 concealing from him, Speedy resolved to stay long

 enough to solve the mystery.

                After all, summer was coming and he was entitled

 to a vacation and poor old Terrybubble would never

 have another chance to be alive again. Speedy felt

 sure that once his fossil reached America, the curious

 gift of life bestowed by the exploding geyser would

 be lost.

                Terrybubble, himself, was happier than he had

 been in the whole four hundred years of his prehis-

 toric existence. Clattering clumsily after the Prin-

 cess and Speedy, he did as far as possible everything

 that they did, and almost everything a wire-haired

 terrier could do, besides. But there was still one

 trick he felt he must accomplish before he fully qual-

 ified as the little boy's pet. That was to sleep on the

 foot of his bed.

                The dinosaur spent most of his nights on the royal

 terrace talking to Pansy, counting the stars over-

 head or taking sly turns at the wheel that guided

 Umbrella Island. But on the night Speedy had found

 Sizzeroo sobbing in the garden, Terrybubble sud-

 denly had a splendid idea. Why could he not put his

 head in through the window and rest it cozily on the

 foot of the little boy's bed, reasoned the fossil clev-

 erly. How surprised and delighted Speedy would be

 to waken and find him there!

                Now Terrybubble's head was as large as a good

 sized room, but the blue room occupied by his little

 chum was much larger than a good-sized room and,

 provided Speedy's legs were not crushed in the pro-

 cess, the idea was perfectly possible. Waiting till most

 of the lights were out, Terrybubble, not quite sure

 of the location, began sticking his head in first one

 window and then another. Several startled screeches

 rang through the castle as sleepers wakened to see

 the gleaming skull of the dinosaur outlined in the

 moonlight, but as he quickly withdrew and as the

 courtiers were growing more or less accustomed to

 the cadaverous monster, nothing much came of it.

                But Terrybubble, growing more cautious, merely

 looked through the remaining windows, moving

 methodically along the south wing and coming

 finally to a great double French pair thrown wide to

 admit the soft May breezes. The curtains had been

 drawn and behind the billowing hangings a dim light

 was burning and muffled voices droned together in

 the half darkness.

                Recognizing the voice of the King and Kachewka,

 Terrybubble rested his head on the top rail of the

 balcony prepared to listen. No one had ever told

 Terrybubble that listening at doors and windows was

 bad form, and perhaps it was just as well, for what

 he heard changed the whole course of Speedy's ad-

 ventures and perhaps saved Terrybubble himself

 from becoming a mere heap of bones on some desert-

 ed Ozian hill.

                "Everything is going famously," whispered Ka-

 chewka in his unctuous wheezy voice. 'This Amer-

 ican boy likes our island so well we'll have no trouble

 at all keeping him till the giant comes. As for that

 colossal and exasperating skeleton, I've given or-

 ders for him to be pushed overboard at the first

 opportunity. Why should we clutter up our castle

 with a prehistoric ruin-a live and dangerous one,

 too?"

                "You'll do nothing of the kind," said Sizzeroo,

 stamping his foot angrily. "If anything happens to

 Terrybubble, you shall answer for it with your head."

                "Meaning that my head is bone?" inquired the old

 counselor. "Well, accidents will happen!" Kachewka

 spoke so callously that Terrybubble felt a chill run

 down his back bone. Even if the King forbade the

 parashooters to shove him off the island, he felt that

 Kaehewka himself would somehow accomplish his

 downfall. And a giant? What in Taradash was a

 giant? And how dare they talk of turning Speedy

 over to one? Quivering with fright and sorrow, Ter-

 rybubble managed to hold himself rigid and not give

 away his presence by the rattling of his bones.

                "It could not have happened better," continued

 Kachewka, shuffling his feet backward and forward

 on the polished floor. "You hit a giant in the head

 with the island, the giant demands your only child

 to repay him for the injury, and along, just in time

 to take her place, comes this American boy. The

 giant thinks the Princess is a boy, so everything is

 splendid and Speedy can lace the fellow's boots for

 the rest of his mortal life. Good enough for him, too,

 the impertinent little commoner!"

                Terrybubble did not stop for the King's answer,

 and even if he had heard Sizzeroo soundly scolding

 the old counselor, he would still have been convinced

 of his own and Speedy's peril. He was in such a great

 hurry to find him he nearly swept Pansy off the bal-

 cony rail, as he slid his head rapidly along to the

 next window.

                "Here, here, what's this?" In her official position

 as Watch Cat, Pansy was making her rounds and _

 she felt that Terrybubble's actions were highly sus-

 picious. "Are you castle breaking or what?"

                "What?" repeated Terrybubble stupidly, then

 grasping Pansy in his claw he held her close to his

 bony nose. "Tell me, what's a giant?" he whispered

 fiercely. "Quick!"

                "A giant! My gooseness! Who's been talking

 about giants? And what are you doing poking your

 head in windows and lurking around all by yourself

 in the dark? Come away to the terrace, there's a

 good fellow."

                Without a word Terrybubble moved quickly to the

 royal terrace and there placing Pansy on the branch

 of a tree level with his head, poured out the whole

 conversation he had overheard just now on the King's

 balcony.

                "Hm-mm!" murmured the Watch Cat regretfully,

 when he had finished. "Well, you were not supposed

 to know about this giant, but since you've found out,

 I might as well tell you that it's true. Sizzer did hit

 a giant in the head with the island-a giant named

 Loxo, big as a mountain-big enough to make even

 you look small, and this     giant was so mad he's com-

 ing back to take the King's daughter to lace his

 boots. Only he thinks the Princess is a boy so that's

 what gave Kachewka his big idea and Speedy does

 look like Gureeda, now that I come to think of it.

 But I'm sure the King will never consent to such a

 mean trick and no one else knows about it. Still,

 when that old Sneezer makes up his mind he usually

 has his way. If I were you, I'd take the boy and

 leave."

                "Leave?" quavered Terrybubble tremulously.

                "Yes, leave," said Pansy solemnly. "You have the

 Wizard's umbrella. It will carry you safely down to

 Oz.         We are right over Oz now and once you reach

 Oz, you and Speedy can apply to Princess Ozma for

 help."

                "But what about the little girl?" Terrybubble's

 eyes rolled round and round.

                "Oh Waddy will think up a way to save her, and

 anyway that's not your affair," the Watch Cat told

 him carelessly. "After all, her father injured the

 giant and she must pay the penalty."

                "But that giant might hurt her," worried Terry-

 bubble, waving his claws about anxiously. "Oh my

 dear self. This is as bad as a Mogger and yesterday

 we were all so dythrambic and gay."

                "Better leave," advised Pansy, backing away.

                "when things go thus, both thus and so,

                'Tis best to bow-meouw and GO!"

                "I couldn't meouw," sighed Terrybubble as the

 Watch Cat disappeared in the shadowy leaves. "But

 I could snort and rumble and jump off the island.

 I'll do it," he muttered, gritting his teeth in a deter-

 mined manner. "I'll take the boy and go to Oz now."

                Shuffling rapidly back to the south wing of the

 castle, Terrybubble boldly thrust his head in the first

 window he came to, and as so often happens when

 we least expect it, found he was at last in the right

 room. Fast asleep in the canopied bed lay Speedy,

 dreaming happily of rocket planes, water guns and

 a marvelous journey to Lost Forest.

                Squeezing his head, shoulder blades and claws

 through the open window, the dinosaur cleverly

 picked up all the clothing in sight and stowed it in

 an orderly fashion in the left side of his hollow chest.

 Then folding the little boy lightly in the blue quilt,

 he picked him up and tenderly placed him on top of

 the clothing. Speedy stirred, murmured and flung

 out his arms, but did not waken, and Terrybubble

 as quietly as possible started away from the castle.

                He had almost reached the royal terrace when

 another splendid idea occurred to him, and hurrying

 back to the south wing, he thrust his head inquir-

 ingly in the window on the balcony next to the King's

 apartment. Again he was right, and again he had

 found the person for whom he was looking. Gureeda,

 sleeping as soundly as Speedy, was curled up on her

 canopied couch. Having had by this time some ex-

 perience, it took Terrybubble scarcely any time to

 transfer the little Princess in her satin coverlet, six-

 teen books, six complete outfits and her parasol, to

 the right side of his capacious chest. Resting com-

 fortably on the heaps of soft garments, neither of

 the children wakened, and with a long sigh of satis-

 faction, Terrybubble set out for the island's edge.

                Pansy was sitting on the gold gate at the foot of

 the King's garden to see him off, and if she noticed

 two figures instead of one, she made no comment.

                "I've helped you," purred the Watch Cat proudly.

 "I've turned the wheel so that the island is directly

 over Oz. Don't puncture yourself on a castle spire."

                "No danger," whispered Terrybubble with a rather

 grim smile. "I'm nothing but punctures already."

 Fumbling with the enormous umbrella, he finally got

 it up, and opening the gate walked rather uncer-

 tainly to the edge of the island.

                "Wish I were going," sighed Pansy, stepping

 daintily along beside him. "But you never can de-

 pend on the cream in strange countries, and besides

 some one must stay here and look after Sizzer. He's

 an old fool, but I'm very fond of him. By the way,

 any last messages to inquiring friends?"

                Pansy's melancholy question so upset poor Ter-

 rybubble that he almost lost his balance, but shaking

 his head in a dignified manner, he swung the um-

 brella over his shoulder and with a reckless wave

 of his left claw sprang bravely off into space!

 CHAPTER 16

 Terrybubble in Bad Company

 Now you have all, doubtless, fallen

 asleep, but tell me, have you ever fallen awake?

 For that is precisely what happened to Speedy and

 the Princess when Terrybubble took his bold leap

 from Umbrella Island.

                Feeling exactly as if they had unexpectedly

 pitched down the steep slide of a scenic railway,

 both sprang up and with two muffled screams

 stared wildly at each other and then out at the

 swirling black darkness into which they were so un-

 accountably plunging.

                The eyes of Terrybubble cast two bright streaks

 of phosphorescent radiance back upon them, and

 Speedy, first to realize they were being carried off

 by the dinosaur, pounded desperately on Terrybub-

 ble's ribs.

                "Stop! Stop!" he panted. "Where are you going?

 What have you done?"

                "I'm jumping to Oz. I'm saving you from a giant,"

 whistled Terrybubble, turning his head around and

 nodding it reassuringly at the small figures huddled

 in their satin quilts.

                "But there are no giants on Umbrella Island,"

 gasped Speedy, noting with relief that Terrybubble

 had the enormous umbrella made by the Wizard

 over his head.

                "Yes, but there are going to be," Terrybubble told

 him darkly. "You don't know it, but this Princess

 girl does. A giant is coming to take her because her

 father hit him in the head with Umbrella Island and

 you were to be turned over to him instead of Gureeda.

 That's why they gave you all those fine clothes, my

 boy. That's why everyone was so nice to us. We

 were to be thrown like bones to a giant."

                Now all this conversation, more or less interrupted

 and blown about by the wind, was so astonishing to

 Speedy that he sank down on his pile of silk cos-

 tumes. But Gureeda, even more astonished, sprang

 indignantly to her feet.

                "Why, Terrybubble, who ever told you such a

 story?" she called up angrily. "A giant is coming,

 but Waddy was working on a plan to save me, and

 my father and I wouldn't ever have let Speedy take

 my place. Why, Terrybubble, I'm ashamed of you!"

                "It wasn't your father's idea," mumbled the dino-

 saur, mournfully. "It was the idea of that old man

 who wanted to break me up into buttons. I over-

 heard him telling the King about it tonight. It's

 all settled, I tell you, and the parashooters have or-

 ders to shove me off the island!"

                Terrybubble's voice carried such conviction that

 even Gureeda was silenced, and covering her face

 with both hands she began to cry softly to herself.

                "Now, now, don't you care." Speedy leaned over

 and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. "The

 giant won't get either of us and I don't believe you

 knew anything about Kachewka's fine scheme. Ter-

 rybubble doesn't either, or he wouldn't have brought

 you along. Look! We're falling slower now and

 when we land we'll be in Oz. Remember? You said

 you wanted to go to Oz."

                "Yes," sniffed Gureeda, peering rather uncertainly

 between her fingers, "but not this way. Oh, Speedy,

 do you really think I'd have let them give you to a

 giant?"

                "Of course not." The little boy spoke vehemently.

 "Now look, Gureeda, we're not so badly off. I had

 to go to Oz anyway and it will be lots more fun hav-

 ing you along and Terrybubble brought our clothes

 and even some books for you. He's not such a bad

 old planner after all, and he can carry us anywhere

 we want to go."

                "But where will we go?" sniffed Gureeda, wiping

 her eyes on the corner of the silk quilt and trying to

 glimpse through Terrybubble's ribs the shadowy

 country beneath them.

                "We ought to come down near the Emerald City,

 whatever that is," announced the dinosaur compla-

 cently. "Pansy turned the island in that direction."

                "She did! Good old Pansy! I believe everything

 is going to turn out just right," declared Speedy,

 clasping his knees and adjusting himself calmly to

 the surging motion of Terrybubble's parashoot.

                "The Watch Cat will tell your father where we

 are, and once we reach the Emerald City, Ozma of Oz

 will pretty soon fix that giant especially if he's an

 Oz giant."

                "Oh, he is!" explained Gureeda eagerly, "and

 Loxo's so enormous that even Terrybubble would

 look like a tiny mouse beside him."

                "But I am not going to be beside him," said Ter-

 rybubble placidly. "That's why I jumped off the

 island."

                "Seems to me the ground's getting nearer," said

 Speedy, rolling over on his stomach and squinting

 curiously down through the spaces between Terry-

 bubble's ribs. "We must have gone a bit off the

 course, for I don't see the towers or lights of the

 Emerald City anywhere."

                "What do you see?" questioned the Princess

 eagerly.

                "Well, it looks like a mountain! There we've

 missed it very nicely and are coming down at the

 foot. Hold on to a rib, we're going to bump."

                There was indeed a severe bump, as Terrybubble

 and his umbrella hit the soft earth and his bones

 rattled like loose window shutters in a wind, for sev-

 eral minutes afterwards. His passengers were badly

 tossed about, too, but when the excitement subsided

 and Speedy took stock of the situation, he found no

 real damage had been done. Following his orders,

 Terrybubble lowered his umbrella and hung it on a

 nearby tree, and by the light of his phosphorus eyes

 the two children saw that they had come down near

 the mouth of an immense cave.

                Begging the Princess to stay where she was and

 try to get a little more sleep, Speedy slipped on a

 pair of the boots Terrybubble had brought along

 and slid down the long vine to the ground. There

 was no moon and even with the dinosaur's eyes shin-

 ing like street lamps over his head, it was still too

 dark to explore the cave, so Speedy, after a little

 reconnoitering, sat down with his back to a soft rock

 impatiently waiting for morning.

                He must have dozed off while he was waiting, for

 when a sudden tickling behind his ear awakened him,

 he saw Gureeda was dangling a long leafy branch

 before his nose. The Princess had put on the gayest

 costume Terrybubble had packed in his chest and

 her usual good spirits and gaiety seemed fully re-

 stored. She had also brought down a book for herself

 and a suit for Speedy. So retiring to the cave, he

 hastily dressed himself and prepared for the day's

 adventures.

                Leaving the exploration of the cave until later,

 they began to look around for something to eat. At

 the foot of the mountain were great clusters of berry

 bushes and to the right a small stream cut through

 the meadows before them like a rippling silver ribbon.

                "Little Enough River," said the sign swinging

 from a birch tree on the bank, and as it was indeed

 little enough to hop across, they amused themselves

 for several minutes in this sprightly fashion, espe-

 cially Terrybubble, who felt very jolly and dythram-

 bic since his escape from Kachewka.

                The mountain behind them and the countryside

 before them were so fresh and green that Speedy

 felt the Emerald City could not be far away, and

 after he and Gureeda had quenched their thirst in

 Little Enough River and satisfied their hunger with

 the fragrant berries, he suggested that they walk

 around to the other side of the mountain. They had

 quite a time getting Terrybubble to come. He had

 discovered some ferns on the river bank and was

 trying his best to roll in them. But when you are

 twenty times as large as, an elephant and have only

 bones to roll, it is an extremely difficult matter, and

 fearful lest he crack a rib, Speedy finally persuaded

 him to give up the idea and come along.

                On a smooth slab of rock part way round they

 found the mountain's name. "Big Enough Moun-

 tain," read Speedy thoughtfully. "Well, it is pretty

 big."

                "Yes, but big enough for what?" queried Terry-

 bubble, waving; his claws argumentatively. "Big

 enough for what?"

                Speedy did not have to answer, for coming just

 then to the other side of the mountain, they saw two

 great feet, as long as schooners, resting against the

 rocks. Above the feet were two tremendous legs

 above the legs a giant, sitting on the mountain top,

 a telescope glued to his right eye. Now naturally,

 they did not see all of these things at once, but one

 look at those enormous boots had been sufficient to

 send them springing away from the mountain side.

                Terrybubble, like a mother hen defending her

 chicks, ran in frantic circles around Speedy and

 Gureeda and then, pouncing on them with a little

 moan, thrust them desperately into his chest and

 started at a fast clip for other and far away places.

 It was while he was running that Speedy noticed the

 giant's telescope, and Gureeda the big black and

 blue spot on the ogre's forehead.

                "Goodness, gracious Grandfathers!" gulped the

 little boy, holding on to a rib as Terrybubble clat-

 tered madly along. "No wonder they call it 'Big

 Enough Mountain.' Wonder what he's looking for?"

                "M-m-me!" shivered Gureeda in a faint voice.

 "Oh, Speedy, see that lump on his head! It's Loxo

 and we've fallen right at his feet!"

                "But he doesn't see us yet," breathed the little boy,

 the hair on his scalp prickling uncomfortably erect.

 "Terrybubble can run pretty fast."

                Speedy was right about Terrybubble's running

 ability, but he had not taken into account the loud

 rattling of his bone~loud enough to reach even the

 ears of the giant on the mountain top. Though it

 sounded no louder to Loxo than the buzzing of some

 huge insect, he nevertheless lowered his telescope,

 and as luck would have it, turned it directly upon the

 fleeing monster. Magnified a hundred times, Terry-

 bubble was a gruesome sight,- even for a giant, and

 the two figures in his chest made him still more as-

 tonishing.

                "Soup bones!" roared Loxo, with a huge sniff, and

 thrusting the telescope in his pocket, he took out a

 rusty looking magnet, the same one Kachewka had

 read about in the book of giants, and held it out to-

 ward the runaways. It is useless for me to try to

 describe the feelings of Terrybubble and his two

 companions as the magnet drew them relentlessly

 backward, dragged them up through the air and set

 them down with a thump on the top of Big Enough

 Mountain, beside the giant.

                Picking up the dinosaur between his thumb and

 forefinger, Loxo peered at him with great curiosity

 and interest. Then he began to shake him playfully

 like a rattle. If this had continued for more than a

 second, Speedy and the Princess would have been de-

 molished, but soon tiring of this amusement, Loxo

 lifted Terrybubble close to his crooked nose and for

 the first time had a real good view of the two figures

 his chest.

                "Why, whizzle my whiskers, if it isn't the child of

 that old Umbrellephant who hit me with his island,"

 he bellowed joyfully.

                "Two of them! Come out, you little pig-tailed ras-

 cals, and get to work on my boots! I was looking for

 yourr father's island this very minute. Why should I

 wait three months for a boot lacer? Hah! Hah! This

 is more than I bargained for! Two boot lacers, one

 for each foot. Did the King send you ahead of time

 in this animated bird cage? Come out, before I shake

 you out or fling you into the soup kettle with this

 heap of bones who brought you."

                Breathing heavily, Loxo set them down on a rocky

 ledge level with his face. While Terrybubble snort-

 ed and rumbled in a manner that would have petri-

 fied anyone but a giant, Speedy and Gureeda un-

 willingly slid down the vine and stood hand in hand

 just beneath the giant's nose.

                "Say yes to everything," whispered Speedy, as

 the Princess, rather pale but quite proudly, looked

 up at the great ogre.

                "Well, are you ready to lace my boots, or shall it

 be the soup kettle?" rumbled Loxo, peering at them

 threateningly.

                "Boots!" shouted Speedy pleasantly, and rather

 disappointed at the quick and agreeable answer the

 giant, grumbling a little to himself, took two heavy

 pieces of cord from his pocket. Knotting one around

 the waist of each of his prisoners, he lifted them up

 and in one dizzy swoop deposited them at his feet.

 Then, bending laboriously, he tied the end of each

 cord to his ankles, and thus tethered, one to each

 foot, the unfortunate children faced the tedious task

 of lacing his tremendous boots. Terrybubble, still

 snorting and rumbling, was shoved into a shallow

 cave at the foot of the mountain, and as Loxo rolled

 a big rock before the opening Speedy and Gureeda

 felt more frightened and forsaken than ever.

                "Mind you jump aboard when I start walking, or

 you'll be crushed," roared the giant, squinting at

 them evilly. Then, straightening up, he sat down on

 Big Enough Mountain and taking out a monster

 mouth organ began to play the most dismal, out-of-

 tune, ear-splitting melodies Speedy ever had had the

 ill luck to listen to. Trying to talk above the dreadful

 din was impossible, so, nodding encouragingly to his

 downcast companion, tied to the giant's left foot,

 Speedy set himself to straighten out the tangle Loxo

 had managed to get in his right boot laces. Pulling

 the immense black cords through the proper holes

 was difficult indeed, and after each tug Speedy was

 forced to rest. But mounting up the giant's ankle

 as one would climb the rigging of a ship, he finally

 completed the arduous and tiresome job. Then, as

 the cord tying him to the giant's right ankle was

 long enough for him to cross over to the left, he

 descended and went to help Gureeda with her boot.

                "If I only had my old suit on I could cut us loose

 with my pen knife," he fumed, pushing and pulling

 the giant's laces with vindictive jerks. "But don't

 you worry, we'll get off somehow! A nice place for

 a Princess this is, I must say!" Tying the laces at

 the top with an angry violence, Speedy started down

 the ladder-like laces, closely followed by Gureeda,

 who had helped him as much as she could.

                "It's just as bad for you. Look at all the trouble

 I've gotten you into," sighed Gureeda, seating her-

 self disconsolately on the broad toe of Loxo's boot.

 "Whatever'll we do if he starts walking?"

                "Hook your arms through the laces and I guess

 we'd better stay aboard for the present. But cheer

 up!" Speedy put an inquiring hand behind his ear

 to listen. "At least he's stopped playing that mur-

 derous mouth organ."

                "But what is that other awful noise?" asked

 Gureeda. wincing at the roars and snufflings that

 came rolling and rumbling like thunder down the

 mountain side.

                "Snores!" explained Speedy, making a wry face.

 "Now you stay right where you are, and I'll go back

 to my boot and try to think of some way to get us

 off. No use working on these knots round our waists.

 They're pulled so tight only an iron-fingered monkey

 could pull them loose."

                "And I don't see any iron-fingered monkeys around

 here, do you?" Gureeda smiled as she asked the

 question, and taking the book she had brought down

 from Terrybubble's chest from the pocket of her

 jacket, she settled herself composedly to read.

                Marveling at her calm courage and wishing the

 rest of the books were not shut up with Terrybubble

 in the cave, Speedy walked slowly back to Loxo's

 right boot and swung himself savagely up on the

 toe. Never in his wildest dreams or imaginings had

 he expected to find himself tied to a giant, and the

 more he considered their situation the more danger-

 ous and terrible it became.

                "It'll be bad enough if he walks or runs, but what'll

 we do if he starts wading?" groaned the little boy,

 glancing fearfully at Loxo's leg, stretching like a

 tree trunk up over his head.

 CHAPTER 17

 Waddy Has Another Idea

 At night the lamps in the Wizard's

 tower had burned steadily, as Waddy, his

 beard ~irly bristling with excitement,

 worked away on a new and secret invention,

 beating, blowing and stirring strange liquid~

 together in his golden mixing bowl.

                "Ho, this will fix him!" he wheezed, sat-

 isfied at last, and shoving the bowl into an

 electric oven he sat wearily down in his great

 arm chair to rest. The last star had twinkled out,

 and under the eaves the birds were beginning to

 twitter about another day.

                Listening to their eager chattering, Waddy smiled.

 He, too, in spite of his long night's labors, was look-

 ing forward to a pleasant morning. He had impor-

 tant news for the King, and glancing from the clock

 to the oven, he waited impatiently for the mixture

 in the golden bowl to come to the proper tempera-

 ture. A short doze helped pass the time, but as the

 bell attached to the oven rang sharply he fairly

 sprang awake. Being careful not to burn his fingers,

 he removed his precious mixture from the fire and

 setting it on a small table, did the umbrella jig all

 the way round the room.

                "Wait till Sizzer hears about this," he puffed joy-

 fully. "This will lift his heart and chins for him

 and keep me a couple of sneezes ahead of the Grand

 Grumboleer." Covering the smoking bowl with a

 silver cloth, the Wizard gaily kissed his fingers in

 farewell, and without even stopping to replait his

 beard or wash his face, skipped cumbersomely out

 of his laboratory, whisked down the spiral stair and

 five minutes later was tapping at the King's door.

 In response to his sorrowful command to enter,

 Waddy bounded joyously into the royal presence.

                "Cheer up, old Pumpkin, our troubles are over!"

 Hurrying to the King's bedside, he gave him a hearty

 thump between the shoulder blades. "At last I have

 found a way to settle that giant and punish him well

 for his disgusting impertinence!"

                "You have!" Sizzeroo's face brightened up like a

 big red paper lantern when somebody suddenly lights

 the candle inside. "What is it? How will you do it?

 You mean the Princess and Speedy are really safe?"

                "Speedy?" exclaimed Waddy with a puzzled frown.

 "What's he got to do with Loxo? He hasn't even

 heard of him, bless his brave heart! You know,"-

 the King's magician paused and looked earnestly at

 Sizzero-"I couldn't love that boy any better if

 he were your Majesty's own son. I wish we could per-

 suade him to stay here and grow up with our

 Princess. He might even marry her in a hundred

 years or so and succeed your Highness as Ruler of

 the Island! But what is this about saving him?"

 Waddy interrupted himself irritably. "He's done

 plenty towards saving this Island, but I've done

 nothing toward saving him from a giant or anyone

 else. Why should I? He is in no danger!"

                "Not now," sighed Sizzeroo, leaning back thank-

 fully against his pillows. "And he was in no real

 danger, anyway, for I never should have consented

 to such a thing, but you know how Kachewka is when

 he gets an idea into his head."

                "Kachewka-Speedy? What in mince meat are

 you talking about?" Pushing his specs up on his

 forehead, Waddy stared in exasperation at his Maj-

 esty.

                "Oh, nothing, nothing," murmured the King.

 Nevertheless, he hastened to explain. "You see,

 Kachewka remarking how much Speedy resembled

 my daughter in size and coloring, decided to keep

 him here and turn him over to Loxo instead of the

 Princess. Naturally, I refused to even consider such

 a scheme."

                "Oh! Oh! I'll pull his long nose for this! Where

 is the mizzling, meddling, skinny old scoundrel?

 Just wait till I catch him, I'll turn him into a goose

 egg and boil him for breakfast!" Flouncing out of

 the arm chair, Waddy hurled himself through the

 door, breathing heavily.

                "Wait! Wait!" Leaping out of bed, the plump

 monarch rushed violently after his still plumper

 Wizard and after great exertion and argument man-

 aged to coax him back into the room. Still puffing

 and muttering with displeasure, Waddy again low-

 ered himself into the chair and as Sizzeroo continued

 his efforts to calm him down, in burst Kachewka

 himself.

                "He's gone!" croaked the King's chief counselor,

 flapping his hands like fins. "Gone! Kachew! Gone!

 And the giant will get the Princess!"

                "Who's gone?" demanded Waddy, grabbing Ka-

 chewka by the shoulders and shaking him roughly

 backward and forward.

                "The boy! The dinosaur!" coughed the old coun-

 selor, too upset to notice Waddy's furious expression.

 "Meander just brought the news."

                "I could have told you that last evening," purred

 Pansy, who had followed sedately on the heels of

 the agitated Minister. Springing up on the foot of

 the King's bed, she surveyed them all with a bored

 and thoroughly annoyed expression. "What did you

 expect?" she inquired indignantly, as Waddy let go

 Kachewka and lunged toward her. "When Terry-

 bubble heard Kachewka's fine little scheme for

 throwing Speedy to the giant, he quite naturally

 decided to leave. In fact, I helped him," declared the

 Watch Cat defiantly, and enjoying to the fullest ex-

 tent the frightened expression of Kachewka. Pansy

 disapproved completely of the King's wily adviser

 and anything she could do to embarrass or annoy

 him gave her the most exquisite satisfaction.

                "You helped him?" gasped Waddy, clutching the

 golden post of the King's bed for support.

                "Yes," the Watch Cat informed him solemnly. "I

 turned the Island toward the Emerald City of Oz and

 advised the big buster to take the boy, put up his

 parashoot and jump off. So he did!"

                "Oh! Oh! and Oh!" Each groan of Waddy's was

 louder and more anguished than the last, as he saw

 all of his carefully thought out plans for dealing with

 the giant brought to naught. Not only was Speedy

 running a great risk in the jump to Oz, but when

 Ozma heard from him the whole story of Loxo and

 his threat, it would be the famous Wizard of Oz who

 would solve the difficulty and get all the credit for

 saving the Princess. Not only that, Umbrella Island

 would doubtless be severely punished for Kachewka's

 base scheme against an innocent mortal visitor. As

 the King and his Wizard tried to adjust themselves

 to this new trouble and calamity, Metoo, Gureeda's

 personal maid and attendant, clattered breathlessly

 along the passageway on her high useless heels.

                "The Princess is not-is not-is not in her room!

 The Princess is not here or there or anywhere!"

 cried Metoo, waving her arms about in violent circles.

                "I could have told you that too," yawned Pansy

 walking calmly up and down the foot of the King's

 bed. "While he was about it, that monster decided

 to save the Princess as well as the boy. And a good

 idea I call it!"

                "But she may be dashed to pieces, or caught on

 the spire of some ruined castle! Oh my, me, you,

 her, them and us!" wailed Sizzeroo, beating his chest.

 "Quick, Waddy, to the Emerald City of Oz! As for

 you" The King jerked round toward Kachewka,

 "you shall answer for this, my fine - my fine - "

                Words failed him, but for once the round, jolly

 face of Sizzeroo looked so grim and purposeful that

 Kachewka rushed wildly from the apartment, squeak-

 ing like a frightened rat as Waddy sent a gold to-

 bacco box banging after him. Then, while the King

 shouted loudly for his attendants and guards, the

 Wizard ran out to the royal terrace and set the

 course for the Capital of Oz. Umbrella Island was

 curving slowly over the Munchkin country, when he

 reached the great silver shaft and giving the wheel

 a sharp turn, he set the dials for full speed ahead

 and with a heavy heart waited for the glittering tow-

 ers and spires of Ozma's splendid city to swing into

 view.

                What would they find when they reached their

 goal? Suppose the umbrella he had made for Terry-

 bubble had blown inside out in its downward rush!

 Suppose the Princess and Speedy had been crushed

 by the fall and poor Terrybubble reduced to a heap

 of wreckage! What could he ever do to Kachewka

 to repay him for the miserable meddling scheme that

 had so upset all his plans for subduing Loxo and sav-

 ing Umbrella Island from the wrath of the powerful

 little ruler of Oz?

                As the blue of the Munchkin country melted into

 the bright green of the forests surrounding the Em-

 erald City, Waddy with numb and trembling fingers

 slanted Umbrella Island downward, almost afraid of

 what he should discover.

 CHAPTER 18

 In the Emerald City

                THE morning was so clear and bright

 that Ozma and Dorothy were having breakfast

 in the Royal Gardens. Dorothy, a little girl

 from Kansas, was one of the first mortals to

 reach the wonderful Kingdom of Oz and

 after several exciting visits had been invited

 by Ozma to live in the capital. There were two

 other little girls residing in the Royal Palace,

 but Dorothy, having come first, was Ozma's closest

 friend and adviser, and next to the Scarcecrow the

 most popular person at court.

                The Scarecrow himself had been discovered by

 Dorothy on her first trip and they had made the jour-

 ney to the Emerald City together, meeting on the

 way, the Cowardly Lion and the famous Tin Wood-

 man, who is now ruler of the Winkies.

                As you many friends of the Scarecrow already

 know, this live and lively straw-stuffed gentleman

 who had once been Emperor of Oz is more interest-

 ing and jolly than five or six ordinary people-so

 obliging and clever that he is much in demand at the

 capital. Though he has a golden, corn-ear castle of

 his own in the Winkie Country, he spends most of

 his time in the Emerald City and had come over the

 evening before to invite Ozma and all the celebrities

 to a pop corn party.

                As Dorothy and Ozma, attended by two dignified

 footmen, ate their strawberries and cream, the

 Scarecrow, who did not require nourishment of any

 kind, told them all his plans for the celebration. The

 Soldier with Green Whiskers, who constituted the

 whole army of Oz, marched solemnly up and down

 under the tullp trees to see that the royal break-

 fasters were not disturbed, listening with all ears,

 for though he was terribly opposed to gun fire he

 had no objections to pop corn and was inordinately

 fond of this delicacy.

                They were all so busy talking and laughing that

 they did not at first notice the dark cloud settling

 gradually over the garden and whole radiant city.

 But soon, it grew so dark that even the Scarecrow

 interrupted himself long enough to glance up at the

 sky.

                "Thunder storm coming, girls! Better run for the

 castle! Whew, what a cloud!"

                "Reminds me of a Kansas cyclone," murmured

 Dorothy, pushing back her chair. But Ozma, though

 only a little girl, was a real Queen and perhaps on

 this account more used to examining everything with

 extreme attention and care.

                "This is no cloud," she told them, quietly remain-

 ing in her place. "It is too large and solid." At this

 precise minute, Waddy, wishing to come somewhere

 near the castle itself, swung Umbrella Island back-

 ward, leaving the whole garden in bright sunlight,

 and staring up with mingled feelings of interest and

 alarm, Ozma and her advisers saw three figures

 jump from the edge of the cloud and come billowing

 grotesquely downward. Each grasped the handle of

 an immense umbrella, and before Dorothy or the

 Scarecrow had time to form any more theories or

 opinions, the three, with three distinct thumps, land-

 ed in a flower bed about thirty feet distant.

                "Skywaymen!" shrieked the Soldier with the Green

 Whiskers, bumping into a tree in his hurry to get

 away. "Look out! Look out! They're armed!"

                "But only with umbrellas," said Ozina, rising

 quickly to her feet.

                "They are fat and therefore jolly. Let us be calm,"

 stuttered the Scarecrow. Nevertheless he picked up

 a large serving fork and placed himself resolutely

 in front of the two girls. By this time, Waddy, Siz-

 zeroo and Bamboula - for of course it was these

 three-came running breathlessly toward the group

 around the breakfast table.

                "Where are they?" puffed the Wizard, stumbling

 over a gold flower urn in his haste. "Speedy, Gu-

 reeda, Terrybubble?"

                "What language is this?" gasped the Scarecrow,

 wrinkling up his cotton forehead. "Wait, I'll fetch

 an interpreter. What country do you hie and fly

 from, strangers? But wait, I'll fetch the interpreter."

                "No need, no need for that," panted Waddy, put-

 ting down his umbrella. "We speak the same lan-

 guage as your own." In spite of his agitation the

 Wizard made three stiff and correct bows, one each,

 for Ozma, Dorothy and the Scarecrow. The King

 and Bamboula, close behind him, also bowed.

                "We are Umbrellians," announced Waddy, "and

 yonder lies our island."

                "And you, I presume, are the Umbrella Spokesman

 of this flying delegation," observed the Scarecrow,

 as Dorothy and Ozma politely acknowledged the

 bows of the visitors.

                "I am a Wizard," answered Waddy, fuming at all

 this conversation and delay. "This is Sizzeroo, King

 of Umbrella Island, and Bamboula, his Royal Su-

 jester. But tell me, tell me quickly, have you seen

 anything of a dinosaur, a little Princess and an

 American boy named Speedy?"

                "Why, is Speedy in Oz?" cried Dorothy, pressing

 forward eagerly. "And a dinosaur! I didn't think

 there were any live dinosaurs anywhere."

                "He should be, he should be," quavered Sizzeroo.

 "Only last evening he jumped off the Island with my

 daughter and our visitor."

                "But how jocular," beamed the Scarecrow, twink-

 ling his painted eyes. "How amusing and astonish-

 ing and won't they all be pretty much smashed?"

                "Oh, oh! Don't joke about it!" Sizzeroo, dropping

 on a golden bench, covered his face with his hands,

 and Pansy who had concealed herself in his pocket

 came out and rubbed softly against his ear.

                "Please do sit down, all of you," begged Ozma

 kindly. She had at once noticed the distress and

 anxiety of her callers or rather her fallers. "Could

 you not tell us a little more about this whole matter?"

                "Yes, and about yourselves," proposed the Scare-

 crow, fascinated by the Watch Cat, and the braided

 beards of the Umhrellians. Are you quite sure that

 island will not come down on us like the top crust

 of a pie?"

                "Certainly not," declared the Wizard indignantly.

 "It is held aloft by one of my most successful inven-

 tions, and will not stir till I set the machinery in

 motion. But this is no time for explanations. We

 must have your help and assistance at once to find

 Terrybubble, Gureeda and Speedy. You see-"

                Heartened by the dignified reception and manner

 of the little ruler of all Oz, Waddy poured out his

 whole strange story from the moment Umbrella

 Island had hit Loxo in the forehead, omitting noth-

 ing, not even the perfidious plan of Kachewka to

 substitute Speedy for the Princess and hand him over

 to the giant.

                By the time he had finished, the faces of his lis-

 teners were grave and serious, for Speedy was well

 liked in the capital. The Soldier with Green Whiskers

 plucked nervously at his beard, terrified lest the

 monster so graphically described by Waddy should

 rush suddenly out at him.

 "The thing to do is to look in the Magic Mirror,"

 decided the Scarecrow, as Waddy finished his sor-

 rowful recital of happenings on Umbrella Island.

 "Then we'll know just where this dinosaur landed."

 We can settle the giant later."

                Waddy said nothing to this, for he was fully re-

 solved to handle Loxo himself, but he kept his own

 counsel and lumbered after the Scarecrow, who was

 awkwardly running toward the palace.

                Ozma, Dorothy and the two other Umbrellians fol-

 lowed as quickly as they could, Ozma explaining the

 Magic Mirror as they hurried along. This mirror

 disclosed, at a given command, the exact location

 of any missing person or persons.

                Hope lent speed to the sovereign of Umbrella

 Island and you can imagine with what feelings he

 faced the blank and gold framed square of glass in

 Ozma's private sitting room. Pansy's eyes grew

 round with fright and suspense as Ozma directed

 the mirror to show them the dinosaur and the two

 missing children, but when, instead of her old friend

 Terrybubble, the much reduced but still formidable

 form of Loxo, with Speedy and Gureeda tied to his

 ankles, loomed up on the glass, she gave an an-

 guished howl and dove under a sofa, too soon to see

 Terrybubble, lashing up and down in his rocky cav-

 ern, take the place of the giant. There were more

 cries than just Pansy's, as Dorothy and her friends

 and the King and his counselors realized the dread-

 ful danger confronting Speedy and the little Prin-

 cess of Umbrella Island.

                "Call the Wizard of Oz! Tell him to bring his

 search light," commanded Ozma, in a stern but

 slightly shaky voice. "This green mountain on which

 Loxo sits cannot be near our city or we should have

 seen Loxo long ago."

                "Pansy, you must have made a mistake," groaned

 Waddy. "You turned the Island in the wrong direc-

 tion, but I thought there were no green forests or

 mountains except near the Emerald City of Oz."

                "There is one." The Wizard of Oz, hastily sum-

 moned by Dorothy, solemnly made this disclosure.

                "It is in the exact center of the Quadling Country

 and this mountain, settled by a band of Emerald City

 dwellers and planted with seeds and shrubs brought

 from the capital, retained all the verdure and charm

 of our own countryside. Later, I understand the

 giant Loxo drove off these peaceful settlers and took

 the mountain for himself. Your Watch Cat doubtless

 mistook the capital of the Quadling Country for the

 Emerald Gity."

                Dorothy had explained the whole story of Loxo,

 Speedy and the Princess, to the Wizard and now he

 was quickly introduced to the Umbrellians.

                "Red or green, who cares, let us fly there at once,"

 wheezed Bamboula earnestly. The King's Su-jester

 had left his drum behind him and so far had not

 spoken a word, for as he always preceded his re-

 marks by a series of drum beats, he felt almost

 tongue tied without his drum sticks.

                "Would the flying island of our visitors be better

 than a wish?" pondered the Wizard of Oz, beginning

 to unclasp his bag.

                "Much better," answered Waddy jealously. "If

 Loxo grows troublesome we can fly out of his reach

 and at any rate we can reason with him on his own

 level and from a safe and convenient base."

                As these arguments appealed to Ozma, she quickly

 decided the matter and in less than five minutes she

 and her three advisers and Sizzeroo and his two

 counselors were hurrying toward the suspended isle.

 Meander, hanging over the gold fence at the foot

 of the King's garden, proved his good sense and

 usefulness by letting down a rope ladder kept for

 such emergencies, and one after the other the little

 party of rescuers mounted the ladder, climbed aboard

 and hurried to the royal terrace. With the Wizard

 of Oz and his magic searchlight to guide him, Wad-

 dy manipulated the silver wheel and at a rate of

 almost a hundred miles an hour, Umbrella Island

 skimmed over field and forest towards its distant and

 dangerous goal.

  

 CHAPTER 19

 The Last of Loxo

 Loxo had just awakened from his long

 morning nap and was lazily reaching for his

 mouth organ, when Umbrella Island swung

 suddenly into view. Having already looked

 at his boots and found them neatly laced and

 tied by his new slaves, the giant was in high

 good humor and waved quite jovially as the Um-

 brellians approached.

                "I see you kept your bargain ahead of time

 and sent me two children instead of one," he called

 cheerfully, as Waddy brought the Island to a halt

 about six feet from his nose. "Thank you! Thank

 you very kindly."

                Without replying to the giant's greeting, the group

 on the royal terrace hurried down to the Island's

 edge. That is, all but Waddy. Waddy's one thought

 was to reach the tower and fetch down his precious

 golden bowl before the Wizard of Oz opened his

 black bag and began experimenting with his famous

 green magic. Whisking up and down the spiral stair

 took so little time that Sizzeroo's chief necromancer

 reached the foot of the garden just as Ozma, in a

 stern voice, commanded Loxo to return his two pris-

 oners to Umbrella Island. At first the giant did not

 understand. Then when it gradually dawned on him

 that the diminutive brown-haired Princess was ac-

 tually commanding him to give up his slaves, he

 began to roar with delight and derision.

                "Save your breath, Lady," he bellowed uproarious-

 ly. "And don't try ordering a fellow like me around

 or I might steal you to sweep up my cave."

                "Do you realize to whom you are talking?" shout-

 ed the Wizard, shaking his bag angrily. "This is

 Ozma of Oz, Supreme Ruler of this whole magic

 country. Unless you obey her at once, I, as her

 Wizard, will be forced to resort to magic to subdue

 you!"

                "Oh, take care! Take care," breathed Sizzeroo

 nervously. "He's dreadfully dangerous, you know,

 and liable to snatch a piece right out of this Island.

 Are you sure you can manage him?"

                "Certainly," answered the Wizard of Oz, snapping

 his fingers scornfully at the scowling ogre. "In this

 bag I have magic enough for a dozen giants."

                "But-but-he may injure those poor children be

 fore your magic works," fumed Sizzeroo, clasping

 Pansy frantically to his plump middle. "Would not

 -ah-would not a littl~ah----er persuasion be best,

 your Highness?"

                "Yes, let us first try to reason with him," whis-

 pered Waddy, pushing his way hurriedly between

 the Wizard and Sizzeroo. "Then if we fail, your

 Majesty and your Majesty's Wizard can take him in

 hand."

                "Persuasion! Persuasion! Humph! I'll persuade

 him with a pinch of the powder of petrifaction,"

 sniffed the Wizard of Oz, briskly snapping open his

 bag.

                "Now Wizard, now Wizard! You know I dislike

 violence." Ozma raised her hand in gentle reproof.

 "After all, Loxo has his rights too. Let this King

 and his magician first try their persuasion, then if

 that does not succeed we can try something more

 serious."

 "Wisely spoken, Your Highness! Most wisely

 spoken!" Waddy made a jerky little bow to Ozma

 and then, before she could change her mind, opened

 the golden gate and stepped to the very edge of the

 Island, waving both arms to. attract Loxo's atten-

 tion. During this low spoken conversation, the

 giant's expression had changed from amusement to

 sullen anger.

                "What do you mean bothering around here again,"

 he called in a surly voice. "Go away before I put my

 feet through your island."

                "We are going away," shouted Waddy cheerfully.

 "But tell me first, are you satisfied with your bar-

 gain?"

                "Perfectly." The giant, blinking rapidly down at

 his boots, spoke more pleasantly.

                "Fine!" smiled Waddy. "Then let us part good

 friends and drink to the health of all concerned in

 our famous umbrella-ade." Coaxingly Waddy held

 out a large glass of sparkling amber liquid and a

 round yellow sponge cake which he had just turned

 out of the golden bowl.

                "Well, this is more like it. What was all that talk

 of returning the King's children?" rumbled Loxo,

 stretching out a huge hand for the Umbrellian's

 offering. "This umbrella-ade will scarce wet my

 tongue and that cake looks like a bird seed. Still,

 since it's kindly meant-" Seizing the glass, the

 giant emptied it down his vast throat, tossing the

 yellow cake, bowl and all, down after it.

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                Clasping and unclasping his pudgy hands, Waddy

 watched him, breathless with suspense and anxiety.

 Would his cake, a mere crumb in the great cavern

 of the giant's mouth, really go down that tremendous

 and terrible throat? The first proof that it had, came

 from the Scarecrow, who dangled dangerously over

 the edge of the golden fence.

                "Where is he?" shrilled the straw gentleman hys-

 terically. And "Where is he?" echoed Sizzeroo, Dor-

 othy, Ozma and all the others who had crowded into

 the garden to get a glimpse of the terrifying giant.

 "Oh, somewhere below," answered Waddy care-

 lessly, and stepping back through the gate, he hur-

 ried up to the royal terrace to bring the Island as

 close to the foot of Big Enough Mountain as possible.

 This was pretty close, and when Meander let down

 his rope ladder, Waddy was the first to descend, fol-

 lowed jealously by the Wizard of Oz, who felt he

 should have been the one to deal with Loxo.

                Instead of two, three figures came hurrying to

 meet them, the first two, Speedy and Gureeda, who

 in great suspense and anxiety had been awaiting the

 outcome of the parley, and the third Loxo himself,

 now scarcely a head taller than his prisoners. Bound

 to them by the ropes on his ankles and theirs, he

 came most unwillingly, but no one could have with-

 stood the rush of the relieved and delighted children.

                And while the Princess and Speedy were being

 hugged, exclaimed over and carefully examined for

 bruises or injury by Sizzeroo, both the Wizards

 seized the shrunken giant and held him while Mean-

 der hastily cut the cords binding him to his erstwhile

 boot lacers.

                "Well, what did you think of my patent double-

 acting, shrinking-magic, malted sponge cake?" in-

 quired Waddy maliciously, as the Wizard of Oz

 stared in amazement at the reduced but still ugly

 ogre.

                "Didn't even taste it," confessed Loxo, in a fright-

 ened voice. "First thing I know, I feel myself slip-

 ping and shrinking inside, and second thing I know,

 here I am no bigger than a peanut!"

                "And larger than you deserve to be, even at that,"

 remarked Ozma, coming quietly over to the cower-

 ing figure. "Good work, Waddy!"

                "I always try to reduce problems to their smallest

 possible form," explained the Umbrellian, blushing

 with pleasure. "In this size he'll not harm anyone."

                "I'd rather be small anyway," grumbled Loxo,

 edging off defiantly. "No fun being a giant-too

 lonely. Now I can lace my own boots and marry a

 dairymaid."

                "Thank goodness for that," exclaimed Speedy,

 finally escaping from the King, and warmly greet-

 ing his old friends from the Emerald City. "I thought

 we were done for this time."

                "You didn't suppose I'd let anything happen to

 Gureeda and my assistant wizard, did you?" Waddy

 smiled proudly down at the little boy.

                "Oh, are you a wizard now?" Dorothy, who was

 herself a Princess of Oz, could not help feeling a

 bit envious of Speedy's new position on this strange

 island.

                "The best little wizard as ever wizzed," Waddy

 assured her gravely. "Come along, my boy. Let's

 show Dorothy and the famous Wizard of Oz some of

 our latest tricks and contrivances, and perhaps he

 will show us some of his own magic experiments."

 Waddy, having gained his point, felt very generous

 toward Ozma's chief magician.

                "But first we must find Terrybubble," cried Speedy,

 striding toward the cave where Loxo had imprisoned

 the dinosaur.

                "I'll help you," volunteered the Wizard of Oz, and

 as Waddy made no objection, he took a magic rod

 from his black bag and waved the rock away from

 the opening in the cave, and out sprang Terrybubble,

 looking like some strange nightmare to the visitors

 from the Emerald City.

                "A hat rack," shuddered the Scarecrow. "A hat

 rack and ruin. Does he bite and devour one?"

                "Certainly not," said Speedy, running up the long

 ladder-like tail and back bone of the dinosaur and

 patting him affectionately on the skull. "Terry-

 bubble's as gentle and harmless as you are!" And

 now, what a hub-bub of introductions and explana-

 tions, as Gureeda and Terrybubble met the celebri-

 ties from Oz. During the general excitement and

 rejoicing Loxo took himself off and nobody even

 noticed his departure.

                At Sizzeroo's earnest invitation, they all climbed

 aboard Umbrella Island, Terrybubble scorning the

 ladder and jumping aboard in a dythrambic leap that

 caused the Scarecrow to regard him with profound

 wonder and admiration.

                As the Island billowed smoothly and rhythmically

 back toward the Emerald City, a great feast was

 prepared in honor of the distinguished guests - a

 feast that lasted five hours and eight hundred miles

 and had more kinds of cake and ices than even a

 royal wedding. Sizzeroo was so happy over the re-

 turn of his daughter and Speedy, and the unexpected

 graciousness of Ozma of Oz that all unpleasantness

 was forgotten. Even Kachewka was dragged down

 from his tower room and after being gently reprived

 was completely forgiven and placed in his old seat at

 the royal board.

                Speedy, looking down that long sparkling table at

 his old friends from Oz and his new friends among

 the Umbrellians, then toward the door where Terry-

 bubble, wearing a fresh wreath of roses, stood ob-

 serving them with insatiable interest and curiosity,

 felt a twinge of sadness.

                Why must all his thrilling adventures and friend-

 ships end? Might it not be better to spend the re-

 mainder of his days on Umbrella Island than to re-

 turn to his more or less humdrum existence in Amer-

 ica? But even as the dazzling idea flitted through

 his mind, the thought of Uncle Billy, anxious, alone

 and grief stricken, quickly put such a plan out of his

 head. Besides, there was the water gun! Should an

 important invention like that be left to the foolish

 uses of a Fairy Island Sea King? No, no, a thousand

 times no! It was his duty to return and help Uncle

 Billy perfect this powerful weapon for Uncle Sam.

                Terrybubble, he decided reluctantly, must stay

 where he was to spend long lazy afternoons in the

 jungle and long happy mornings with Pansy and

 Gureeda. Professor Sanderson would have to look

 elsewhere for a prehistoric monster, and some day-

 Speedy looked again toward his gigantic but gentle

 comrad~some day he would return and spend the

 whole summer with these dear old friends.

                So, while Waddy explained all over again how he

 had compounded the magic sponge cake that shrank

 the giant, while Bamboula impatiently cleared his

 throat for the next song, the little boy took a slip of

 paper from his pocket and scribbled a hasty note.

 "Dear Gureeda:

                Please keep Terrybubble and my magic umbrella for me and say

 good-bye to Waddy, Pansy and all of the others. I hate to go away,

 but I must. Some day I'm coming back to read all the books you were

 telling me about. Good-bye! Don't forget me!

 "SPEEDY."

                Feeling as if he had swallowed a baseball, Speedy

 placed the note under his tall tumbler, gently touched

 the arm of Ozma, who was sitting on his right, and

 whispered an earnest sentence in her royal ear. Ozma

 smiled, nodded understandingly and, touching the

 jewelled Magic Belt she wore around her waist, spoke

 a few words under her breath. As all heads turned

 to the King's Su-jester, who had risen to render his

 song, Speedy disappeared noiselessly from his place,

 dropped lightly as a feather through the dream-like

 mists and rainbows surrounding all fairy countries,

 and came down with a soft thump in the middle of

 the worn leather sofa in Uncle Billy's study.

 CHAPTER 20

 Home Again

                UNCLE BILLY was sitting in an arm

 chair looking mournfully out of the window,

 but he turned quickly at the little noise be-

 hind him.

                "Hello! So it's you! I thought you'd come

 back, even though the professor assured me

 you'd been blown to bits!"

                The inventor jumped joyfully to his feet.

 "Boy, let me look at you! Silks and satins,

 boots and a queue! Where've you been? Looks as

 if it might have been China!"

                "Farther than that," chuckled Speedy, clutching

 him exuberantly round the waist. "I've been to Um-

 brella Island, and oh, Uncle!"

                                You, now knowing the whole strange story, will

 realize Uncle Billy's astonishment and surprise at

 the amazing experiences of Speedy and the dinosaur.

 We'll all have to watch sharply for that water gun,

 for as surely as fishes have fins and turkeys have

 feathers, Speedy and his uncle will duplicate and

 perfect the Sea King's curious invention.

                They decided, and quite wisely, too, to say nothing

 to Professor Sanderson of what really happened to

 Terrybubble, and unless he reads this story, he will

 think his dinosaur was lost in the volcanic geyser.

                And Terrybubble, on many a moonlit night, sits

 sorrowfully on the edge of Umbrella Island, vainly

 looking for Speedy. Much as he loves Gureeda and

 Umbrella Island, he still longs for the little boy who

 made life so interesting and real.

                Waddy, too, flying the Island dangerously low

 over the mortal world, pointing his telescopes here

 and there, never gives up hope of finding again his

 assistant wizard.

                And who knows? Perhaps some calm evening,

 Umbrella Island will float over your very own house-

 top. If it does, and the rope ladder is down, go

 aboard by all means. For my part, I believe Speedy

 will some day return, marry the Princess, and be-

 come King of the Island!

 THE END

  

 ON March28, 1933, Ruth Plumly Thompson wrote

 to a correspondent: "I hear exciting news

 concerning a flying island over Oz and would not be

 surprised if a whole book full of adventures were

 happening there this very minute. I'll tell you about it

 next year." Thus, a year before its appearance, the

 author began giving tantalizing hints about the new

 Oz book.

                The Oz book for 1934 was a milestone. It was the

 fourteenth Oz novel by Ruth Plumly Thompson,

 exactly the same number of Oz books that L. Frank

 Baum wrote. The story's action was largely confined to

 a single location, Umbrella Island, rather than

 involving a great deal of travel as in most other Oz

 books. The book re-introduced one of Miss

 Thompson's most successful boy characters, Speedy,

 and presented to her readers two of Thompson's best

 and most imaginative creations, Umbrella Island itself,

 and the marvelous Terrybubble.

                Whereas circumstances spaced out Baum's Oz titles

 over a twenty-year span, Thompson's fourteen titles

 appeared in just fourteen years. During his period of

 writing Oz books, Baum wrote other books and pieces

 for newspapers and magazines as well. So did Ruth

 Plumly Thompson. She edited a weekly children's

 page for The Philadelphia Public Ledger, produced

 advertising pamphlets for Royal Baking Powder and

 other products, and got out three of her five non oz

 books. It was a busy fourteen years for Thompson, but

 she would go on to write five more novels about Oz.