The Ork Rescues Button-Bright
I must now tell you what had become of Button-Bright since he wandered
away in the morning and got lost. This small boy, as perhaps you have
discovered, was almost as destitute of nerves as the Scarecrow. Nothing
ever astonished him much; nothing ever worried him or made him unhappy.
Good fortune or bad fortune he accepted with a quiet smile, never
complaining, whatever happened. This was one reason why Button-Bright was
a favorite with all who knew him--and perhaps it was the reason why he so
often got into difficulties, or found himself lost.
To-day, as he wandered here and there, over hill and down dale, he missed
Trot and Cap'n Bill, of whom he was fond, but nevertheless he was not
unhappy. The birds sang merrily and the wildflowers were beautiful and
the breeze had a fragrance of new-mown hay.
"The only bad thing about this country is its King," he reflected; "but
the country isn't to blame for that."
A prairie-dog stuck its round head out of a mound of earth and looked at
the boy with bright eyes.
"Walk around my house, please," it said, "and then you won't harm it or
disturb the babies."
"All right," answered Button-Bright, and took care not to step on the
mound. He went on, whistling merrily, until a petulant voice cried:
"Oh, stop it! Please stop that noise. It gets on my nerves."
Button-Bright saw an old gray owl sitting in the crotch of a tree, and he
replied with a laugh: "All right, old Fussy," and stopped whistling until
he had passed out of the owl's hearing. At noon he came to a farmhouse
where an aged couple lived. They gave him a good dinner and treated him
kindly, but the man was deaf and the woman was dumb, so they could answer
no questions to guide him on the way to Port's house. When he left them
he was just as much lost as he had been before.
Every grove of trees he saw from a distance he visited, for he remembered
that the King's castle was near a grove of trees and Pon's hut was near
the King's castle; but always he met with disappointment. Finally,
passing through one of these groves, he came out into the open and found
himself face to face with the Ork.
"Hello!" said Button-Bright. "Where did _you_ come from?"
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"From Orkland," was the reply. "I've found my own country, at last, and
it is not far from here, either. I would have come back to you sooner,
to see how you are getting along, had not my family and friends welcomed
my return so royally that a great celebration was held in my honor. So I
couldn't very well leave Orkland again until the excitement was over."
"Can you find your way back home again?" asked the boy.
"Yes, easily; for now I know exactly where it is. But where are Trot and
Cap'n Bill?"
Button-Bright related to the Ork their adventures since it had left them
in Jinxland, telling of Trot's fear that the King had done something
wicked to Cap'n Bill, and of Pon's love for Gloria, and how Trot and
Button-Bright had been turned out of the King's castle. That was all the
news that the boy had, but it made the Ork anxious for the safety of his
friends.
"We must go to them at once, for they may need us," he said.
"I don't know where to go," confessed Button-Bright. "I'm lost."
"Well, I can take you back to the hut of the gardener's boy," promised
the Ork, "for when I fly high in the air I can look down and easily spy
the King's castle. That was how I happened to spy you, just entering the
grove; so I flew down and waited until you came out."
"How can you carry me?" asked the boy.
"You'll have to sit straddle my shoulders and put your arms around my
neck. Do you think you can keep from falling off?"
"I'll try," said Button-Bright. So the Ork squatted down and the boy
took his seat and held on tight. Then the skinny creature's tail began
whirling and up they went, far above all the tree-tops.
After the Ork had circled around once or twice, its sharp eyes located
the towers of the castle and away it flew, straight toward the place.
As it hovered in the air, near by the castle, Button-Bright pointed out
Pon's hut, so they landed just before it and Trot came running out to
greet them.
Gloria was introduced to the Ork, who was surprised to find Cap'n Bill
transformed into a grasshopper.
"How do you like it?" asked the creature.
"Why, it worries me a good deal," answered Cap'n Bill, perched upon
Trot's shoulder. "I'm always afraid o' bein' stepped on, and I don't like
the flavor of grass an' can't seem to get used to it. It's my nature to
eat grass, you know, but I begin to suspect it's an acquired taste."
"Can you give molasses?" asked the Ork.
"I guess I'm not that kind of a grasshopper," replied Cap'n Bill. "But I
can't say what I might do if I was squeezed--which I hope I won't be."
"Well," said the Ork, "it's a great pity, and I'd like to meet that cruel
King and his Wicked Witch and punish them both severely. You're awfully
small, Cap'n Bill, but I think I would recognize you anywhere by your
wooden leg."
Then the Ork and Button-Bright were told all about Gloria's frozen heart
and how the Scarecrow had come from the Land of Oz to help them. The Ork
seemed rather disturbed when it learned that the Scarecrow had gone alone
to conquer King Krewl.
"I'm afraid he'll make a fizzle of it," said the skinny creature,
"and there's no telling what that terrible King might do to the poor
Scarecrow, who seems like a very interesting person. So I believe I'll
take a hand in this conquest myself."
"How?" asked Trot.
"Wait and see," was the reply. "But, first of all, I must fly home
again--back to my own country--so if you'll forgive my leaving you so
soon, I'll be off at once. Stand away from my tail, please, so that the
wind from it, when it revolves, won't knock you over."
They gave the creature plenty of room and away it went like a flash and
soon disappeared in the sky.
"I wonder," said Button-Bright, looking solemnly after the Ork, "whether
he'll ever come back again."
"Of course he will!" returned Trot. "The Ork's a pretty good fellow, and
we can depend on him. An' mark my words, Button-Bright, whenever our
Ork does come back, there's one cruel King in Jinxland that'll wish he
hadn't."
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