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Leaning over, the King pressed another button. By this time, the Fixes had lost interest in the visitors and went calmly on with their dinners. Three tables came pattering up, and the settle drew itself up of its own accord. Dorothy placed the Cowardly Lion's dinner on the ground, and then she and Sir Hokus enjoyed the first good meal they had had since they left Pokes.
He had been pacing up and down in great excitement. "Why not wish " "Oh, stop!" begged Dorothy. "Wait till we've thought it all out. Wishing's awfully particular work!" "One person better speak for the party," said the Cowardly Lion. "Now, I suggest " "Oh, be careful!" screamed Dorothy again. "I wish you would all stop wishing!" Sir Hokus looked at her reproachfully. No wonder.
Sir Hokus, though completely dazed, had just enough presence of mind to obey, and the next minute the Cowardly Lion, growling between his teeth like a good fellow, was dashing through the group of Pokes, the other end of the rope in his mouth. Bumpety bump bump bump! Bangety-bang-bang! went Sir Hokus over the cobbles, holding his helmet with one hand and Dorothy fast in the other arm.
"I wish I could," groaned the Cowardly Lion, rolling his eyes. Sir Hokus, with folded arms, was gazing regretfully at the bean pole. "It has been a brave quest," he sighed, "but now, I take it, our adventures are over!" Absently, the Knight felt in his boot-top and drawing out a small red bean popped it into his mouth.
The giant was flat on his back, but as he was stretched as far as four city blocks, only half of him was visible. The Cowardly Lion still clung to his leg, and he was gurgling and struggling in a way Dorothy could not understand. She looked around in a panic for the Knight. Just then, Sir Hokus dropped from the branch of a tree.
It was a good family tree to climb, sure enough, for there were handy little notches in the stalk. "You go first!" Sir Hokus helped Dorothy up. When she had gone a few steps, the Scarecrow, holding his robes carefully, followed, then honest Happy Toko. "I'll go last," said Sir Hokus bravely, and had just set his foot on the first notch when a hoarse scream rang through the hall.
"Three cheers for the Comfortable Camel!" roared the Cowardly Lion, while Sir Hokus, following the camel's directions, carefully unfastened a large, woven basket from one of the sacks on its side. "You may be my Karwan Bashi," announced the Comfortable Camel judiciously as Sir Hokus paused for breath. "Hear that, Lady Dot?" Sir Hokus swept the camel a bow and fairly beamed with pleasure.
They were going faster than the poor Knight was growing, so Dorothy lowered the parasol half way, and slowly they floated toward the earth, landing gently in one of the flower beds of Ozma's lovely garden. "Come along and meet the folks," said the Scarecrow as Dorothy closed the parasol. But Sir Hokus clutched him in alarm. "Hold! Hold!" gasped the Knight.
"And you're talking just beautifully, more like a Knight every minute," she added with conviction. Sir Hokus tried not to look pleased. "Give me a meat enemy! My teeth ache yet! First singing, then candy-leg pulling! Gr-ugh! What next?" growled the Cowardly Lion.
The crowd parted. Hobbling toward the throne came the ugly little Gheewizard of the Silver Island holding a large silver vase high above his head, and after him ! When Sir Hokus caught a glimpse of what came after, he leaped clean over the Comfortable Camel. "Uds daggers!" roared the Knight. "At last!" He rushed forward violently.
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