Part 23 (1/2)

While he considered this perplexing question and the others stood looking at him as their leader, a queer thing happened. The floor of the great circular hall on which they were standing suddenly began to tip. Instead of being flat and level, it became a slant, and the slant grew steeper and steeper until none of the party could manage to stand upon it. Presently they all slid down to the wall, which was now under them, and then it became evident that the whole vast room was slowly turning upside down! Only Ugu the Shoemaker, kept in place by the bars of his golden cage, remained in his former position, and the wicked magician seemed to enjoy the surprise of his victims immensely.

First they all slid down to the wall back of them, but as the room continued to turn over, they next slid down the wall and found themselves at the bottom of the great dome, b.u.mping against the big chandelier which, like everything else, was now upside down. The turning movement now stopped, and the room became stationary. Looking far up, they saw Ugu suspended in his cage at the very top, which had once been the floor.

”Ah,” said he, grinning down at them, ”the way to conquer is to act, and he who acts promptly is sure to win. This makes a very good prison, from which I am sure you cannot escape. Please amuse yourselves in any way you like, but I must beg you to excuse me, as I have business in another part of my castle.”

Saying this, he opened a trap door in the floor of his cage (which was now over his head) and climbed through it and disappeared from their view. The diamond dishpan still remained in the cage, but the bars kept it from falling down on their heads.

”Well, I declare,” said the Patchwork Girl, seizing one of the bars of the chandelier and swinging from it, ”we must peg one for the Shoemaker, for he has trapped us very cleverly.”

”Get off my foot, please,” said the Lion to the Sawhorse.

”And oblige me, Mr. Mule,” remarked the Woozy, ”by taking your tail out of my left eye.”

”It's rather crowded down here,” explained Dorothy, ”because the dome is rounding and we have all slid into the middle of it. But let us keep as quiet as possible until we can think what's best to be done.”

”Dear, dear!” wailed Cayke, ”I wish I had my darling dishpan,” and she held her arms longingly toward it.

”I wish I had the magic on those shelves up there,” sighed the Wizard.

”Don't you s'pose we could get to it?” asked Trot anxiously.

”We'd have to fly,” laughed the Patchwork Girl.

But the Wizard took the suggestion seriously, and so did the Frogman.

They talked it over and soon planned an attempt to reach the shelves where the magical instruments were. First the Frogman lay against the rounding dome and braced his foot on the stem of the chandelier; then the Wizard climbed over him and lay on the dome with his feet on the Frogman's shoulders; the Cookie Cook came next; then b.u.t.ton-Bright climbed to the woman's shoulders; then Dorothy climbed up and Betsy and Trot, and finally the Patchwork Girl, and all their lengths made a long line that reached far up the dome, but not far enough for Sc.r.a.ps to touch the shelves.

”Wait a minute. Perhaps I can reach the magic,” called the Bear King, and began scrambling up the bodies of the others. But when he came to the Cookie Cook, his soft paws tickled her side so that she squirmed and upset the whole line. Down they came, tumbling in a heap against the animals, and although no one was much hurt, it was a bad mix-up, and the Frogman, who was at the bottom, almost lost his temper before he could get on his feet again.

Cayke positively refused to try what she called ”the pyramid act”

again, and as the Wizard was now convinced they could not reach the magic tools in that manner, the attempt was abandoned. ”But SOMETHING must be done,” said the Wizard, and then he turned to the Lavender Bear and asked, ”Cannot Your Majesty's magic help us to escape from here?”

”My magic powers are limited,” was the reply. ”When I was stuffed, the fairies stood by and slyly dropped some magic into my stuffing.

Therefore I can do any of the magic that's inside me, but nothing else.

You, however, are a wizard, and a wizard should be able to do anything.”

”Your Majesty forgets that my tools of magic have been stolen,” said the Wizard sadly, ”and a wizard without tools is as helpless as a carpenter without a hammer or saw.”

”Don't give up,” pleaded b.u.t.ton-Bright, ”'cause if we can't get out of this queer prison, we'll all starve to death.”

”Not I!” laughed the Patchwork Girl, now standing on top of the chandelier at the place that was meant to be the bottom of it.

”Don't talk of such dreadful things,” said Trot, shuddering. ”We came here to capture the Shoemaker, didn't we?”

”Yes, and to save Ozma,” said Betsy.

”And here we are, captured ourselves, and my darling dishpan up there in plain sight!” wailed the Cookie Cook, wiping her eyes on the tail of the Frogman's coat.

”Hus.h.!.+” called the Lion with a low, deep growl. ”Give the Wizard time to think.”