"I wish some one would come and tell us what to do!" sighed Dulcie, who had begun to find out that it was of no use relying absolutely on Cyril any more. "If only we were at home!" "I'll try to take you there, so cheer up, do," answered the boy sturdily. The sea breezes were gone. The Twins had reached the Jungle. To give themselves courage he whistled "Rule Britannia" and she hummed it, but held his arm very tight, and every now and then looked furtively around. There was no sight or sound of anything living. Nevertheless, they hurried on, until they broke into a smart run, and ran, and ran.... They halted abruptly. Cyril hadn't the slightest idea whereabouts they were, or which direction to take. It was no use asking Dulcie if she remembered; she only shook her head disconsolately. When they fled from the Jungle before, they had been far too scared to notice anything at all in the way of landmarks. "We've got to get out of this and reach the Town," observed the boy thoughtfully; "and then we've got to get to the back of the cave." "But, Cyril, you've forgotten that after the Town comes the Wood, and then that horrid place." "So I have. Well, it's quite impossible, that's all--out and out impossible." His face was growing very red. "Don't you remember, Cyril, my saying how gloomy this place looked when we entered it the first time? Well, it looks gloomy enough here for anything, so it may turn out all right, and after all, we may be near to where we entered. Come along--it really does seem brighter over there. The Town may be quite close." It certainly was brighter beyond. But no streets were there. Instead, to their bewilderment, the little travellers found themselves already in the daisy glade once more. They were positively in the beautiful Wood again. The first object that caught their eye was something white. It was Cyril's lost handkerchief which Dulcie picked up--it was a brand new one--and tucked it in his pocket at once. "I say, isn't it curious how I've brought you back so easily?" remarked her brother. "It must be some short cut you found--by accident," replied his sister decisively. And that settled that. In the absolute silence which had reigned around, a peculiar rustling now attracted their attention. Dulcie hung back, and Cyril held her hand as he advanced cautiously. They came to a sudden standstill as, from a clump of trees, a tall figure in a yellow satin gown emerged and confronted them. "Pray walk in!" said the Wizard, and taking the boy and girl by a hand he led them--not through the Wood and along the country road--but somehow straight through the back entrance into his Cave Dwelling. "I'm so pleased to see you again," remarked their host, smiling as he took off his spectacles and scratched his nose with them. "I see you've not found freedom yet! Ha, ha! Pray make yourselves quite at home." Out of his satchel he drew forth the two bracelets in which were no catseyes.