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"Yield!" he commanded in a sharp voice. "You are prisoners! Bind them and take them to the King." His men did as they were bid, and in a twinkling Hortense and Andy and Highboy and Lowboy found themselves with bound hands, marching forward, surrounded by the armed Little People. "We are bound to have a trying time," said Lowboy, joking as usual. "The King will try us."
This was very true unless Highboy and Lowboy and the Firedogs and Owl should be taken into the game. Hortense looked at Andy wondering whether to tell him of these friends of hers and of the Cat. "If we played at night," said Hortense, "we could have lots of people. Highboy, and Lowboy, and Owl, and the Firedogs come out at night." Andy stared at her with round eyes.
Maggie and Norah gone; Felicia cooking queer meals principally poached eggs in the kitchen; Miss Bolton failing to appear every morning at ten o'clock as she had done for the last three years; Mother gone, and not even a letter from her nothing but a type-written report from the physician at Hilltop. Gone also, as Kirk discovered, was the lowboy beside the library door.
But everybody's afraid of time, and Grandfather's Clock has all the time there is." When Hortense and Highboy entered, only the embers of the fire were left on the hearth in Grandmother's room. White Owl was wide-awake with staring eyes, but the Firedogs were evidently napping and Lowboy was sound asleep. "Hello," said Highboy, and at once Lowboy's eyes opened wide and both the Firedogs growled.
"But, of course," said Hortense, "I can talk to Owl, and Malay Kris, and to Highboy, and Lowboy, and we can lay our plans for the rescue." Rescue From the Mountain Side Hortense sat quietly in the corner of the kitchen on a stool watching Aunt Esmerelda at her work.
As luck would have it, Tom and Jerry were lying down in their stalls, for they were still weary from their adventure of the night before. Small as they were, Hortense and Highboy had no great difficulty in scrambling up Tom's side and taking a firm hold of his mane, nor did Jerry object when Andy and Lowboy mounted him. Tom looked at his riders in mild surprise, but made no move to get up.
Besides, your Grandmother has me half filled with her knitting and things. I must say I prefer cookies." "I wish," said Highboy to Hortense, "that you hadn't packed away that last dress in my bottom drawer." "Don't you see that you've grown small?" Hortense asked. "Too small for the cookies," said Lowboy. "My clothes are so tight that I can't squeeze this last piece into my pocket."
Andy and Malay Kris finally made a rope by tying together table covers and sheets and, throwing the end of this over the edge of the jar, at last succeeded in pulling Highboy and Lowboy to the top. From this they dropped safely to the floor. "Now we must hurry," said Hortense, and away they went.
Andy asked. "Let's take every one along Alligator, and Malay Kris, and Highboy, and Lowboy, and Coal and Ember, and Owl. Perhaps we'll think of something. Or maybe Alligator will swallow Grater!" "It doesn't do any good for Alligator to swallow anything," said Andy. "It's always found in the sofa in the morning anyhow." "Grandfather might know what to do with it," said Hortense.
Soon it ended, and Hortense and the others came into the land where the blue moon was shining as before. But nowhere was there any sign of the Little People. "What shall we do now?" Hortense asked when they had all stopped, not knowing what to do next. "It's your party," said Lowboy. "You say what we shall do." "There's a path," said Andy, pointing to a way among the trees.
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