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We then turned into our hammocks, slung between the trees, and slept soundly without fear of interruption; for the Indians kept unusually quiet lest they should alarm the turtles, while they were also on the watch to guard against a surprise from jaguars. At daybreak the next morning we went out with Padre Bobo and his chief man, who carried a long pole with which to search for the eggs.
Now, "hombre bobo" means much the same as our word "booby," therefore this was not a very soothing manner of beginning her information. To Isabelita's surprise, however, Timoteo answered only "Yes," and, coming in, put his one book carefully away, and then went forth for the cow, as he had been bidden. Isabelita stared after him. She had at least expected a quarrel.
Then the tottenhot was transformed into a mifket, which was a great step in advance and, finally, Glinda transformed the mifket into a handsome young man, tall and shapely, who fell on his knees before the great Sorceress and gratefully kissed her hand, admitting that he had now recovered his proper shape and was indeed Prince Bobo of Boboland.
"I recognize my royal standards flying from the boats. So, please, dear Inga, get out your pearls to protect me!" "What can you fear at the hands of your own subjects?" asked Kitticut, astonished. But before his frightened guest could answer the question Prince Bobo, who was standing beside his friend, gave an amused laugh and said: "You are caught at last, dear Rinkitink.
But it was not only with cattle notices and Americans that Isabelita was offended this day. She was in a bad humor, and nothing suited her. Hence it was in no pleasant voice that she called to Timoteo, when he at last made his appearance between the bony gate-posts: "Hombre bobo, thou must go for the cow tonight!"
It is obvious that it was most unlikely that a number such as 76223 was the key of the document, and it produced no other result than to bring to the lips of Jarriquez such a vigorous ejaculation that Bobo disappeared like a shot! THE MAGISTRATE, however, was not the only one who passed his time unprofitably.
Their friendship, alas! was of short duration. "You's goodish sorro man," said Ali Bobo to Lancey one evening, as they sat over the camp-fire smoking their pipes in concert. Lancey made no reply, but nodded his head as if in approval of the sentiment.
We know that Glinda is the most complete mistress of magic who has ever existed, and she was wise enough to guess that the clever but evil magician who had enchanted Prince Bobo had used a spell that would puzzle any ordinary wizard or sorcerer to break; therefore she had given the matter much shrewd thought and hoped she had conceived a plan that would succeed.
The door closed behind the short, thick-set figure with the crisp, curling hair, and the Musician waited in his chair. Presently the door opened again. "Is that you, Bobo, eh? Come in. I sent for you. Didn't you tell me your wife was ill?" "Yes, Bárin." "You would like to go to her to-night? Well, go. I shan't need you. Don't jabber, you make my head spin.
At this idea of finding a lost half-hour, the Princess laughed, and found herself echoed by the company. "Shall we send Bobo in search of the lost half-hour?" said the Princess to the courtiers. "Yes! Yes!" cried the courtiers. "Bobo shall look for the lost half-hour." "I'll give him a horse," said one. "I'll give him my old hat," said another.
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