Part 30 (1/2)

”Are all the servants of the old Boolooroo here?” inquired Cap'n Bill, who was sorry to see Trot looking so sad and downcast.

”All but one,” was the reply. ”Tiggle used to be a servant, but he escaped and ran away.”

”Oh, yes!” exclaimed Trot. ”Tiggle is in hiding somewhere. Perhaps he doesn't know there's been a revolution and a new Boolooroo rules the country. If he did, there's no need for him to hide any longer, for he is now in no danger.”

She now dispatched messengers all through the City and the surrounding country, who cried aloud for Tiggle, saying that the new Boolooroo wanted him. Tiggle, hiding in the cellar of a deserted house in a back street, at last heard these cries and joyfully came forth to confront the messengers. Having heard of the old Boolooroo's downfall and disgrace, the old man consented to go to the palace again, and as soon as Trot saw him she asked about the umbrella.

Tiggle thought hard for a minute and then said he remembered sweeping the King's rooms and finding a queer thing--that might have been an umbrella--lying beneath a cabinet. It had ropes and two wooden seats and a wicker basket all attached to the handle.

”That's it!” cried b.u.t.ton-Bright excitedly, and ”That's it! That's it!”

cried both Trot and Cap'n Bill.

”But what did you do with it?” asked Ghip-Ghisizzle.

”I dragged it out and threw it on the rubbish heap in an alley back of the palace,” said Tiggle. At once they all rushed out to the alley and began digging in the rubbish heap. By and by Cap'n Bill uncovered the lunch basket, and pulling on this he soon drew up the two seats, and finally the Magic Umbrella.

”Hurrah!” shouted b.u.t.ton-Bright, grabbing the umbrella and hugging it tight in his arms.

”Hooray!” shrieked the parrot.

”Cap'n Bill's a lucky fellah, 'Cause he found the old umbrella!”

Trot's face was wreathed in smiles. ”This is jus' the best luck that could have happened to us,” she exclaimed, ”'cause now we can go home whenever we please.”

”Let's go now--this minute--before we lose the umbrella again,” said b.u.t.ton-Bright.

But Trot shook her head. ”Not yet,” she replied. ”We've got to straighten out things in Sky Island first of all. A Queen has some duties, you know, and as long as I'm Queen here, I've got to live up to the part.”

”What has to be did, mate?” inquired Cap'n Bill.

”Well, we've fixed the Blue Country pretty well by makin' 'Sizzle the Boolooroo of it; but the Pinkies mus' be looked after, too, 'cause they've stood by us an' helped us to win. We must take 'em home again safe an' sound and get a new Queen to rule over 'em. When that's done, we can go home any time we want to.”

”Quite right, Trot,” said the sailor approvingly. ”When do we march?”

”Right away,” she replied. ”I've had enough of the Blue Country, haven't you?”

”We have, mate.”

”We've had plenty of it,” observed b.u.t.ton-Bright.

”And the Pinkies are anxious to get home,” added Rosalie, who was present.

So Cap'n Bill unhooked the seats from the handle of the umbrella and wound the ropes around the two boards and made a package of them, which he carried under his arm. Trot took the empty lunch basket, and b.u.t.ton-Bright held fast to the precious umbrella. Then they returned to the palace to bid goodbye to Ghip-Ghisizzle and the Blues.

The new Boolooroo seemed rather sorry to lose his friends, but the people were secretly glad to get rid of the strangers, especially of the Pinkies. They maintained a sullen silence while Coralie and Captain Tintint formed their ranks in marching order, and they did not even cheer when Trot said to them in a final speech:

”I'm the Queen of Sky Island, you know, and the new Boolooroo has to carry out my orders and treat you all nicely while I'm away. I don't know when I'll come back, but you'd better watch out an' not make any trouble, or I'll find a way to make you sorry for it. So now, goodbye!”