Fantasy fiction; Oz (Imaginary place) -- Juvenile fiction
"Oh, do let's do something!" begged Kerry, who, being young, was quite
daring and absolutely foolhardy. "We aren't going to let those dreadful
Kings conquer the country, are we, and not lift a hand?"
"Well, I'm sure I'd lift all seven if it would do any good," mused
Handy Mandy in a depressed voice. "But how can we stop them? Wutz and
Rug have probably stolen all the magic in Ozma's palace by this time,
the thieving rascals!"
"But surely YOU have some magic?" ventured Nifflepok, who had finally
jerked himself free. "Or you could never have disenchanted that gnome
or found the wizard's Lower and rescued this boy; and if you have--"
he warned, backing rapidly away, "if you have, you'd better use it
QUICK. When Wutz finishes conquering Oz, he's sure to remember you and
turn you to rocks and rubble. He's going to turn everyone to rocks and
rubble!" wailed Nifflepok, dashing out of the workshop.
"Great Gazoo, what shall we do? I don't want to be a rock," snorted
Nox.
"And I won't be a rock!" stormed the little King. "It was bad enough
being shut up in a bubble and missing two whole years--oh, you won't
let him turn us to rocks, will you, Handy? And do let's help poor Ozma,
before it's too late!"
Kerry looked up at her so pleadingly, Handy, against all her
inclinations and better judgment, pulled out the silver hammer again.
"The hammer will be better than the ball," she reasoned quickly, "for
the ball only seems to help Keretarians. Now then!" Lifting the hammer
in her iron hand, the Goat Girl brought it down sharply on the wizard's
marble table. Silver sparks flew up in every direction and out of the
very middle of the shower stepped the yawning dwarf.
"Say, I'm trying to take a nap," grumbled Himself, stretching his arms
up sleepily. "What do you fellows want now?"
"We want to go to the Emerald City of Oz and save Ozma from Wutz and
the Gnome King!" explained Handy in one breathless sentence.
"My! All that?" Stifling another yawn, Himself grinned mischievously at
the Goat Girl. "Then stand in line, please." So Handy placed herself
in front of the Royal Ox and Kerry stepped behind him, and the dwarf,
seizing the hammer, brought it down with a terrible blow just behind
the little King. And what a blow it was you can readily understand,
when I tell you that its force carried the three travelers clear out of
the Silver King's Mountain and all the way to the Emerald City itself.
Flying along for a moment beside them, Himself slipped the hammer
back in the Goat Girl's hand, and then with another tremendous yawn,
disappeared.
CHAPTER 20
Just in Time!
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