Part 18 (1/2)
”The Yip Country,” said he.
”Is that in the Land of Oz?”
”Of course,” replied the Frogman.
”And do you know that your Ruler, Ozma of Oz, has been stolen?”
”I was not aware that I had a Ruler, so of course I couldn't know that she was stolen.”
”Well, you have. All the people of Oz,” explained Sc.r.a.ps, ”are ruled by Ozma, whether they know it or not. And she has been stolen. Aren't you angry? Aren't you indignant? Your Ruler, whom you didn't know you had, has positively been stolen!”
”That is queer,” remarked the Frogman thoughtfully. ”Stealing is a thing practically unknown in Oz, yet this Ozma has been taken, and a friend of mine has also had her dishpan stolen. With her I have traveled all the way from the Yip Country in order to recover it.”
”I don't see any connection between a Royal Ruler of Oz and a dishpan!”
declared Sc.r.a.ps.
”They've both been stolen, haven't they?”
”True. But why can't your friend wash her dishes in another dishpan?”
asked Sc.r.a.ps.
”Why can't you use another Royal Ruler? I suppose you prefer the one who is lost, and my friend wants her own dishpan, which is made of gold and studded with diamonds and has magic powers.”
”Magic, eh?” exclaimed Sc.r.a.ps. ”THERE is a link that connects the two steals, anyhow, for it seems that all the magic in the Land of Oz was stolen at the same time, whether it was in the Emerald City of in Glinda's castle or in the Yip Country. Seems mighty strange and mysterious, doesn't it?”
”It used to seem that way to me,” admitted the Frogman, ”but we have now discovered who took our dishpan. It was Ugu the Shoemaker.”
”Ugu? Good gracious! That's the same magician we think has stolen Ozma. We are now on our way to the castle of this Shoemaker.”
”So are we,” said the Frogman.
”Then follow me, quick! And let me introduce you to Dorothy and the other girls and to the Wizard of Oz and all the rest of us.”
She sprang up and seized his coatsleeve, dragging him off the hilltop and down the other side from that whence he had come. And at the foot of the hill, the Frogman was astonished to find the three girls and the Wizard and b.u.t.ton-Bright, who were surrounded by a wooden Sawhorse, a lean Mule, a square Woozy, and a Cowardly Lion. A little black dog ran up and smelled at the Frogman, but couldn't growl at him.
”I've discovered another party that has been robbed,” shouted Sc.r.a.ps as she joined them. ”This is their leader, and they're all going to Ugu's castle to fight the wicked Shoemaker!”
They regarded the Frogman with much curiosity and interest, and finding all eyes fixed upon him, the newcomer arranged his necktie and smoothed his beautiful vest and swung his gold-headed cane like a regular dandy.
The big spectacles over his eyes quite altered his froglike countenance and gave him a learned and impressive look. Used as she was to seeing strange creatures in the Land of Oz, Dorothy was amazed at discovering the Frogman. So were all her companions. Toto wanted to growl at him, but couldn't, and he didn't dare bark. The Sawhorse snorted rather contemptuously, but the Lion whispered to the wooden steed, ”Bear with this strange creature, my friend, and remember he is no more extraordinary than you are. Indeed, it is more natural for a frog to be big than for a Sawhorse to be alive.”
On being questioned, the Frogman told them the whole story of the loss of Cayke's highly prized dishpan and their adventures in search of it.
When he came to tell of the Lavender Bear King and of the Little Pink Bear who could tell anything you wanted to know, his hearers became eager to see such interesting animals.
”It will be best,” said the Wizard, ”to unite our two parties and share our fortunes together, for we are all bound on the same errand, and as one band we may more easily defy this shoemaker magician than if separate. Let us be allies.”
”I will ask my friends about that,” replied the Frogman, and he climbed over the hill to find Cayke and the toy bears. The Patchwork Girl accompanied him, and when they came upon the Cookie Cook and the Lavender Bear and the Pink Bear, it was hard to tell which of the lot was the most surprised.
”Mercy me!” cried Cayke, addressing the Patchwork Girl. ”However did you come alive?”