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We're used to being told when to start and stop, and life is mighty lonely without our Karwan Bashi," sighed the Comfortable Camel. "Why, I didn't know you smoked!" exclaimed Dorothy in surprise. She thought the camel was referring to a brand of tobacco. "He means his camel driver," whispered Sir Hokus, eyeing the soft, pillowed seat on the camel's back longingly.

"But who's to rule the island?" demanded Sir Hokus, turning his gaze reluctantly from the smoking dragonskin. "This will require thought," said the Scarecrow pensively. "Let us all think." "I doubt that I can ever think again." The Doubtful Dromedary wagged his head from side to side in a dazed fashion. "Just leave it to our dear Karwan Bashi."

It was the Comfortable Camel. Waking suddenly, he found himself deserted. "Oh, where is my dear Karwan Bashi?" he roared dismally. "Come back! Come back!" "Hush up, can't you?" rumbled the Cowardly Lion. "Do you want Dorothy and everybody to be thrown into prison on our account? We can't climb the bean pole and will have to wait here and face it out." "But how uncomfortable," wailed the camel.

"Dear, dear Karwan Bashi! And Doubty, old fellow, there you are too! Ah, how comfortable this all is." "Not two one," wheezed the Doubtful Dromedary. "And Camy, I doubt very much whether I'd care for butterflying. I just happened to wish myself one!" "Don't make any more wishes," said the Cowardly Lion sternly. "Methinks a proper wish might serve us well," observed Sir Hokus.

Sir Hokus vanished, and a great raven flopped down in the center of the road. "Oh, where is my dear Karwan Bashi? Oh, where is Doubty?" screamed the Comfortable Camel, running around in frenzied circles. "I wish I'd never come on this path!" "Magic!" gasped Dorothy, clutching the Cowardly Lion's mane. The Comfortable Camel had melted into air before their very eyes.

I want my Karwan Bashi," sobbed the Comfortable Camel broken-heartedly. "Well, don't drown me," begged the Cowardly Lion, moving out of the way of the camel's tears. "Say, what's that draft?" What indeed?

"I doubt it, Camy, I doubt it very much," said the Doubtful Dromedary tremulously. "What does my dear Karwan Bashi think?" asked the Comfortable Camel, looking adoringly back at the Knight. "It is unwise to go back when the journey lieth forward," said the Knight, and immediately returned to his song.

The slaying of the dragon had thrown the whole hall into utmost confusion. Sir Hokus turned a little pale under his armor, but faced the angry mob without flinching. "Oh, my dear Karwan Bashi, this is so uncomfortable!" wheezed the camel, glancing back of him with frightened eyes. "There's a shiny dagger in my left-hand saddlesack.

"Don't forget me, dear Karwan Bashi," wheezed the Comfortable Camel, putting his head on the Knight's shoulder. "You're a sentimental dunce, Camy. I doubt whether they'll take us at all!" The Doubtful Dromedary looked wistfully at Dorothy. "Go to, now!" cried Sir Hokus, putting an arm around each neck. "You're just like two of the family!"

"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.