"No," answered Bludgeonhead, putting Jimmieboy back into his pocket again. "If I ever do find another, though, you shall have him." This of course put Fortyforefoot in a tremendously good humor, and before an hour had passed he had not only transformed pebbles and twigs and leaves of trees and other small things into the provisions that the tin soldiers needed, but he had also furnished horses and wagons enough to carry them back to headquarters, and then Fortyforefoot accompanied by Bludgeonhead entered the castle, where the proprietor demanded that Jimmieboy should be given up to him. Bludgeonhead handed him over at once, and ten minutes later Jimmieboy found himself locked up in the pantry. Hardly had he time to think over the strange events of the afternoon when he heard a noise in the ice-box over in one corner of the pantry, and on going there to see what was the cause of it he heard a familiar voice repeating over and over again these mournful lines: "From Giant number one I ran-- But O the sequel dire! I truly left a frying-pan And jumped into a fire." "Hullo in there," whispered Jimmieboy. "Who are you?" "The bravest man of my time," replied the voice in the ice-box. "Major Mortimer Carraway Blueface of the 'Jimmieboy Guards.'" "Oh, I am so glad to find you again," cried Jimmieboy, throwing open the ice-box door. "I thought it was you the minute I heard your poetry." "Ah!" said the major, with a sad smile. "You recognized the beauty of the poem?" "Not exactly," said Jimmieboy. "But you said you were in the fire when I knew you were in the ice-box, and so of course----" "Of course," said the major, with a frown. "You remembered that when I say one thing I mean another. Well, I'm glad to see you again, but why did you desert me so cruelly?" CHAPTER XIII. THE RESCUE. For a moment Jimmieboy could say nothing, so surprised was he at the major's question. Then he simply repeated it, his amazement very evident in the tone of his voice. "Why did we desert you so cruelly?" "Yes," returned the major. "I'd like to know. When two of my companions in arms leave me, the way you and old Spriteyboy did, I think you ought to make some explanation. It was mean and cruel." "But we didn't desert you," said Jimmieboy. "No such idea ever entered our minds. It was you who deserted us." "I?" roared the major fiercely. "Certainly," said Jimmieboy calmly. "You. The minute Spritey turned into Bludgeonhead you ran away just about as fast as your tin legs could carry you--frightened to death evidently."