Over the fields beyond the city, leaping along at fifty-foot bounds and dragging behind him a train of queer-looking cars crowded with officials of the system, came no less a person than Emmet Gilhooly! The professor threw himself at the barrier that hedged us round. He could not pass, although he struggled frantically. "Take it coolly, professor," I urged, grasping and holding him upright. "But this is outrageous, Mr. Munn!" he cried. "Poor Gilhooly! Is _he_ the new traction power the other kingdom has been talking about? How does he happen to be here? And why are they treating him like that? This must be stopped! Where’s my word-box?" His eyes swept the ground. Glimpsing his talking machine he dived for it and began working the keys like mad. No one paid any attention to the furious language that went up under his frenzied fingers, however. Leviathan in harness absorbed the entire attention of all the Baigols, and with another "Toot, toot! Ting-a-ling-a-ling!" the railway magnate galloped out of sight. It was a sad spectacle indeed. I was almost as completely unmanned by it as was Professor Quinn. *CHAPTER X.* *HOW WE WERE CATALOGUED.* Let it not be supposed that we had given no thought to our companions in exile during our two weeks’ probation in Baigol. The professor and I had talked of them frequently, wondering whether they were alive or dead, and, if alive, where they were and what they were doing. Our story had been punched out of our word-boxes for the benefit of the Baigols, but had not seemed to make much of an impression on Ocou, or on others who came to see us. Now the sight of Gilhooly would add corroborative detail, and we harped on that key until Ocou promised to communicate directly with King Golbai, and find out what his wishes were in the matter. As for the professor, he wanted to go roaming the four kingdoms looking for the other exiles, first visiting Baigadd and appropriating the motive power of the B.&B.I. system. The most we could get from Ocou was a promise to learn his majesty’s pleasure in our affairs; and while we were abiding the king’s decision, other events took place which were of prime importance to us. Ocou had a queer-looking machine borne to our "home circle," which was the humorous fashion in which the professor referred to our prison ring. The machine was an upright shaft measuring some three feet in height. To its base was attached a golden cord several yards long and terminating in a small silver disk. Professor Quinn and I were consumed with curiosity while this contrivance was being set up and made ready. We put a question through our word-boxes, but were only smiled at mysteriously. Presently I was made to sit down, Turk fashion, while one of Ocou’s attendants came to me and passed the silver disk over my head. One end of Ocou’s baton had a black tip, the other a white.