“Think of what?” asked Sammy, his mind immediately becoming a perfect blank, as Wendell could feel. “Oh, say a verse,” suggested Wendell. “That’s right:--‘Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere.’” “Gee, Wendell! How do you do it?” asked Sammy in bewilderment. “Try it again,” said Wendell. “I get you. ‘The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rockbound coast.’” “I know something,” said Sammy. “You hold on a minute. I got you stung this time.” Sure enough! Though Wendell could get the sounds perfectly, they were too unfamiliar for him to repeat. “I can’t _say_ it,” he explained, “but I can hear it all right. It’s some foreign language. I’ll bet it’s Yiddish.” “Yes, it is,” said Sammy. “Now let me try.” So Wendell put the Cap on Sammy’s head and thought, “Sammy Davis, you’re a nut!” and Sammy grinned and enjoyed the joke on himself. “Gee, Wendell!” said Sammy. “You certainly are in luck. You can go anywhere and find out anything. You are a lucky dog!” “Yes sir!” said Wendell. “And I’ll never have to study again. I can just wear this Cap in school and when the teacher gives out a question, I’ll read the answer right in his mind, and say it right off. I’ll do that all through school and all through college, and then when I’m in business, I’ll put on the Cloak and go right into the offices of all the big business men, Rockefeller and Henry Ford and everybody, and wear the Cap and find out just what they are thinking and how they make their money, and I’ll make mine the same way.” “Gee!” said Sammy again and could find no further speech. [Illustration: BEFORE THE BOYS’ TERRIFIED VISION STOOD A HORRIBLE DEMON] “And that isn’t all,” said Wendell. “Here’s the biggest thing yet.” “What is it anyway?” demanded Sammy, looking suspiciously at the magic volume. “_A Book of Spells_,” said Wendell impressively. “Huh! A spelling book, eh?” echoed Sammy unenthusiastically. “NO, no,” said Wendell. “_Spells._ Charms, you know. Enchantments. Look here,” turning the pages: “‘HOW TO TURN BASE METALS INTO GOLD.’ ‘THE EASIEST WAY TO DISENCHANT A DUMB PRINCESS.’ ‘SOME TRIED METHODS FOR KILLING GIANTS.’” “Hey! Lem_me_ see,” cried Sammy. “Some book, I’ll say. ‘HOW TO PLACE A LOST RING IN A FISH’S MOUTH.’ What do you know! ‘HOW TO LOCATE THE PLACE WHERE TREASURE IS BURIED.’ Some book, I’ll tell the world! Say, some of this don’t make much sense, does it? ‘_Abacadabra, alaka, balaka_,--’” he spelled out a word or two. A horrible odor filled the room,--like burnt scrambled eggs, thought Wendell. There floated before his eyes a dimness as of smoke. It took shape of an awful humanness, and took color as of white ashes. It slowly took on a dull glow, which brightened until before the boys’ terrified vision stood a horrible demon, angrily glowing a fiery red. He gave out heat like a kitchen stove on ironing-day, and the rug where he stood began to smoke. “What are your commands?” he hissed.