friendly protection made
them hold aloof.

By and by they passed through a City gate, and their guide showed them
the outer walls, which protected the City from the country beyond.
There were several of these gates, and from their recesses stone steps
led to the top of the wall. They mounted a flight of these steps and
from their elevation plainly saw the low mountain where the Arch of
Phinis was located, and beyond that the thick, blue-gray Fog Bank,
which constantly rolled like billows of the ocean and really seemed,
from a distance, quite forbidding.

"But it wouldn't take long to get there," decided Button-Bright, "and
if you were close up, it might not be worse than any other fog. Is the
Pink Country on the other side of it?"

"So we are told in the Book of Records," replied Ghip-Ghisizzle. "None
of us now living know anything about it, but the Book of Records calls
it the 'Sunset Country' and says that at evening the pink shades are
drowned by terrible colors of orange and crimson and golden-yellow and
red. Wouldn't it be horrible to be obliged to look upon such a sight?
It must give the poor people who live there dreadful headaches."

"I'd like to see that Book of Records," mused Cap'n Bill, who didn't
think the description of the Sunset Country at all dreadful.

"I'd like to see it myself," returned Ghip-Ghisizzle with a sigh, "but
no one can lay hands on it because the Boolooroo keeps it safely locked
up in his Treasure Chamber."

"Where's the key to the Treasure Chamber?" asked Button-Bright.

"The Boolooroo keeps it in his pocket night and day," was the reply.
"He is afraid to let anyone see the Book because it would prove he has
already reigned three hundred years next Thursday, and then he would
have to resign the throne to me and leave the Palace and live in a
common house."

"My Magic Umbrella is in that Treasure Chamber," said Button-Bright,
"and I'm going to try to get it."

"Are you?" inquired Ghip-Ghisizzle eagerly. "Well, if you manage to
enter the Treasure Chamber, be sure to bring me the Book of Records. If
you can do that, I will be the best and most grateful friend you ever
had!"

"I'll see," said the boy. "It ought not to be hard work to break into
the Treasure chamber. Is it guarded?"

"Yes. The outside guard is Jimfred Jinksjones, the double patch of the
Fredjim whom you have met, and the inside guard is a ravenous creature
known as the Blue Wolf, which has teeth a foot long and