Part 16 (1/2)
”I don't wish to, as a matter of fact,” replied the little Brown Bear, ”but it is my duty to, because you are now trespa.s.sing on the domain of His Majesty, the King of Bear Center. Also, I will admit that things are rather quiet in our city just now, and the excitement of your capture, followed by your trial and execution, should afford us much entertainment.”
”We defy you!” said the Frogman.
”Oh no, don't do that,” pleaded Cayke, speaking to her companion. ”He says his King is a sorcerer, so perhaps it is he or one of his bears who ventured to steal my jeweled dishpan. Let us go to the City of the Bears and discover if my dishpan is there.”
”I must now register one more charge against you,” remarked the little Brown Bear with evident satisfaction. ”You have just accused us of stealing, and that is such a dreadful thing to say that I am quite sure our n.o.ble King will command you to be executed.”
”But how could you execute us?” inquired the Cookie Cook.
”I've no idea. But our King is a wonderful inventor, and there is no doubt he can find a proper way to destroy you. So tell me, are you going to struggle, or will you go peaceably to meet your doom?”
It was all so ridiculous that Cayke laughed aloud, and even the Frogman's wide mouth curled in a smile. Neither was a bit afraid to go to the Bear City, and it seemed to both that there was a possibility they might discover the missing dishpan. So the Frogman said, ”Lead the way, little Bear, and we will follow without a struggle.”
”That's very sensible of you, very sensible indeed,” declared the Brown Bear. ”So for-ward, MARCH!” And with the command he turned around and began to waddle along a path that led between the trees.
Cayke and the Frogman, as they followed their conductor, could scarce forbear laughing at his stiff, awkward manner of walking, and although he moved his stuffy legs fast, his steps were so short that they had to go slowly in order not to run into him. But after a time they reached a large, circular s.p.a.ce in the center of the forest, which was clear of any stumps or underbrush. The ground was covered by a soft, gray moss, pleasant to tread upon. All the trees surrounding this s.p.a.ce seemed to be hollow and had round holes in their trunks, set a little way above the ground, but otherwise there was nothing unusual about the place and nothing, in the opinion of the prisoners, to indicate a settlement.
But the little Brown Bear said in a proud and impressive voice (although it still squeaked), ”This is the wonderful city known to fame as Bear Center!”
”But there are no houses, there are no bears living here at all!”
exclaimed Cayke.
”Oh indeed!” retorted their captor, and raising his gun he pulled the trigger. The cork flew out of the tin barrel with a loud ”pop!” and at once from every hole in every tree within view of the clearing appeared the head of a bear. They were of many colors and of many sizes, but all were made in the same manner as the bear who had met and captured them.
At first a chorus of growls arose, and then a sharp voice cried, ”What has happened, Corporal Waddle?”
”Captives, Your Majesty!” answered the Brown Bear. ”Intruders upon our domain and slanderers of our good name.”
”Ah, that's important,” answered the voice.
Then from out the hollow trees tumbled a whole regiment of stuffed bears, some carrying tin swords, some popguns and others long spears with gay ribbons tied to the handles. There were hundreds of them, altogether, and they quietly formed a circle around the Frogman and the Cookie Cook, but kept at a distance and left a large s.p.a.ce for the prisoners to stand in. Presently, this circle parted, and into the center of it stalked a huge toy bear of a lovely lavender color. He walked upon his hind legs, as did all the others, and on his head he wore a tin crown set with diamonds and amethysts, while in one paw he carried a short wand of some glittering metal that resembled silver but wasn't.
”His Majesty the King!” Corporal Waddle, and all the bears bowed low.
Some bowed so low that they lost their balance and toppled over, but they soon scrambled up again, and the Lavender King squatted on his haunches before the prisoners and gazed at them steadily with his bright, pink eyes.
CHAPTER 16
THE LITTLE PINK BEAR
”One Person and one Freak,” said the big Lavender Bear when he had carefully examined the strangers.
”I am sorry to hear you call poor Cayke the Cookie Cook a Freak,”
remonstrated the Frogman.
”She is the Person,” a.s.serted the King. ”Unless I am mistaken, it is you who are the Freak.”
The Frogman was silent, for he could not truthfully deny it.
”Why have you dared intrude in my forest?” demanded the Bear King.