ke this place." The voice
of the Doubtful Dromedary came hesitatingly through the gloom.

"By sword and scepter!" gasped the Knight, "Are you there, Sir
Cowardly?"

"Thank goodness, they are!" said Dorothy. Wishing other people about
is a risky and responsible business. "They're all here, but I wonder
where here is." She jumped up, but at a shuffle of feet drew back.

"Pigs! Weasels!" shrilled an angry voice, and a fat little man hurled
himself at Sir Hokus, who happened to have fallen in the lead.

"Uds trudgeons and bludgeons and maugre thy head!" roared the Knight,
shaking him off like a fly.

"Tappy, Tappy, my dear boy. Caution! What's all this?" At the sound
of that dear, familiar voice Dorothy's heart gave a skip of joy, and
without stopping to explain she rushed forward.

"Dorothy!" cried the Scarecrow, stepping on his kimona and falling
off his silvery throne. "Lights, Tappy! More lights, at once!" But
Tappy was too busy backing away from Sir Hokus of Pokes.

"Approach, vassal!" thundered the Knight, who under-stood not a word
of Tappy's speech. "Approach! I think I've been insulted!" He drew
his sword and glared angrily through the darkness, and Tappy, having
backed as far as possible, fell heels over pigtail into the silver
fountain. At the loud splash, Dorothy hastened to the rescue.

"They're friends, and we've found the Scarecrow, we've found the
Scarecrow!" She seized Sir Hokus and shook him till his armor
rattled.

"Tappy! Tappy!" called the Scarecrow. "Where in the world did he
pagota?" That's exactly what he said, but to Dorothy it sounded like
no language at all.

"Why," she cried in dismay, "it's the Scarecrow, but I can't
understand a word he's saying!"

"I think he must be talking Turkey," droned the Comfortable Camel,
"or donkey! I knew a donkey once, a very uncomfortable party, I--"

"I doubt it's donkey," put in the Dromedary importantly, but no one
paid any attention to the two beasts. For Happy Toko had at last
dragged himself out of the fountain and set fifteen lanterns glowing.

"Oh!" gasped Dorothy as the magnificent silver throne room was
flooded with light, "Where are we?"

The Scarecrow had picked himself up, and with outstretched arms came
running toward her talking a perfect Niagara of Silver Islandish.

"Have you forgotten your Ozish so soon?" rumbled the Cowardly Lion
reproachfully as Dorothy flung her arms around the Scarecrow. The
Scarecrow, seeing the Cowardly Li