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No sooner had the wagon stopped than the little fat man turned to Lamp-Wick. With bows and smiles, he asked in a wheedling tone: "Tell me, my fine boy, do you also want to come to my wonderful country?" "Indeed I do." "But I warn you, my little dear, there's no more room in the wagon. It is full." "Never mind," answered Lamp-Wick. "If there's no room inside, I can sit on the top of the coach."
One boy made a noise like a hen, another like a rooster, and a third imitated a lion in his den. All together they created such a pandemonium that it would have been necessary for you to put cotton in your ears. As soon as they had set foot in that land, Pinocchio, Lamp-Wick, and all the other boys who had traveled with them started out on a tour of investigation.
At the sight of that bag, Pinocchio felt slightly happier and thought to himself: "My friend must be suffering from the same sickness that I am! I wonder if he, too, has donkey fever?" But pretending he had seen nothing, he asked with a smile: "How are you, my dear Lamp-Wick?" "Very well. Like a mouse in a Parmesan cheese." "Is that really true?" "Why should I lie to you?"
"Good-by, then, and remember me to the grammar schools, to the high schools, and even to the colleges if you meet them on the way." "Good-by, Lamp-Wick. Have a pleasant trip, enjoy yourself, and remember your friends once in a while." With these words, the Marionette started on his way home.
Moran and Wilbur had the damage repaired by noon, nailing the plank into its place and caulking the seams with lamp-wick. Nor could their most careful search discover any further injury. "We're ready to go," said Moran, "so soon as she'll float. We can dig away around the bows here, make fast a line to that rock out yonder, and warp her off at next high tide. Hello! who's this?" It was Charlie.
H wounded shot through the neck thought not mortal at Keedysville Through the neck, no bullet left in wound. Windpipe, food-pipe, carotid, jugular, half a dozen smaller, but still formidable, vessels, a great braid of nerves, each as big as a lamp-wick, spinal cord, ought to kill at once, if at all. Thought not mortal, or not thought mortal, which was it?
The Marionette and his friend, Lamp-Wick, when they saw each other both stricken by the same misfortune, instead of feeling sorrowful and ashamed, began to poke fun at each other, and after much nonsense, they ended by bursting out into hearty laughter. They laughed and laughed, and laughed again laughed till they ached laughed till they cried. But all of a sudden Lamp-Wick stopped laughing.
"Who is it?" asked Lamp-Wick from within. "It is I!" answered the Marionette. "Wait a minute." After a full half hour the door opened. Another surprise awaited Pinocchio! There in the room stood his friend, with a large cotton bag on his head, pulled far down to his very nose.
Leaving the slide partly open, he spread one end of his coil like a broad lamp-wick in the pile of powder which had run out, and put a brick upon the tow to keep it from shifting. Then he paid out the rest of the coil on the floor like a snake some thirty feet long, with the tail about a yard inside the barricade.
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