Ozma slipped on the Magic Belt. "Goodbye, dear friend," she said, smiling fondly at the Shaggy Man. "Return as quickly as you can." Then she made the magic signal, and the Shaggy Man was no longer in the Chamber of Magic. CHAPTER 5 The Castle of Conjo "Hello!" Twink, Tom, and Twiffle stopped in their tracks. From out of nowhere had suddenly appeared a man of medium height with rosy cheeks, twinkling blue eyes, shaggy hair and clothing that, while it was composed of the finest silks and satins, was nevertheless a mass of shags and bobtails. Twiffle was so surprised he found it impossible to speak. Twink was regarding the stranger seriously. Suddenly recognition lighted up her eyes. "Oh, it can't be!" the little girl cried. "You just can't be the famous Shaggy Man of Oz!" The Shaggy Man smiled. "Don't know about the famous part, but I am known as the Shaggy Man, and until a few seconds ago I was in the Land of Oz." "Oh! Seeing you here made me think maybe this was a part of the Land of Oz," said Twink, who had begun to hope since the moment she had recognized the Shaggy Man. Tom was regarding the new arrival curiously. "Yes," he said, "you certainly do look just like your pictures in the books. How did you get here so fast?--magic? I suppose the Land of Oz is quite a distance." "Right, both times!" replied the Shaggy Man. "Ozma sent me here with her Magic Belt, and the Land of Oz is many miles away from here." "Why did Ozma send you?" asked Twink. "Oh, I have a little business with this Conjo fellow," answered the Shaggy Man. "You have business with Conjo?" Twiffle had recovered from his astonishment. "Then you must forgive me for not greeting you more properly. It is so seldom that we have visitors on the island." "Looks like you already have two visitors," observed the Shaggy Man, staring at Twink and Tom. "Yes, but they were expected--and invited," pointed out Twiffle primly. "However, since you have business with Conjo, and we are on our way to see him, there is no reason you should not accompany us." "No reason whatever," agreed the Shaggy Man. "I hope this Conjo has plenty of big red apples." "Why?" asked Tom. "They happen to be my favorite food, that's all," explained the Shaggy Man. Led by Twiffle, the Shaggy Man and the two children were advancing over the meadow toward the Castle of Conjo. The sun was now setting, burnishing the spires and turrets of the castle with rich hues of gold and copper. The Shaggy Man judged they had less than a half a mile to travel to the castle doors. "Don't you children think introductions are in order?" asked the Shaggy Man, "since you seem to know me already." "Well," Twink began, "this is Twiffle who is a third cousin of Twoffle." Twiffle bowed briefly and the Shaggy Man nodded. "And this is Tom, and I am Twink. We live in Buffalo." "Wait a minute," interrupted the Shaggy Man. "How did you happen to get a name like Twink?"