A Meeting of Celebrities
"Conquering a city is not so much," observed the Scarecrow, as they
started across the blue field. "Trot conquered an island in the sky and
has a whole book of history written about her adventures there."
"Did you really?" Staring down at the little girl with wonder and
admiration, Benny begged her to tell the story. So, as they hurried
on to the blue cottage, Trot told how she and Button Bright and Cap'n
Bill had flown on a magic umbrella to Sky Island, conquered the Pinks
and Blues, and how she had been crowned Queen of the island. She was
trying to explain to Benny why she preferred being a little girl in the
Emerald City to a Queen in the sky, when the Scarecrow gave a sharp cry
of alarm and sprang back from the road.
Thunderous hoof beats came pounding along the highway, and as Trot and
Benny jumped out of the way a most astonishing steed galloped pell mell
by them. It carried two riders, but as they were seated on a level
with the tree tops they were almost invisible. About all Trot and her
companions could see were High Boy's legs. For, of course, it _was_
High Boy, and never having seen a high horse in the whole course of
their lives the three travelers pressed back against the low wall, at
the side of the road.
"Hey!" yelled the Scarecrow, torn between fright and curiosity.
"Where?" whinnied the high horse, stopping short and coming down so
suddenly that Phil and the Medicine Man were nearly jolted out of the
saddle. "Did you say hay?" he repeated gently, his head now on a level
with the Scarecrow. "Ah!" Leaning forward, he snatched several wisps
out of the Scarecrow's shirt front and munched them up with great
relish.
"Stop!" commanded Trot sharply, as the Scarecrow, clutching his shirt
front together, began to climb over the wall. "You mustn't eat the
Scarecrow; he's alive!"
"Oh, all right then!" sighed High Boy, looking curiously down at Trot,
"but he started it, you know. I should never have lowered myself to
speak to you at all if he had not hollered 'Hay!'"
"What I really meant was 'How--!!'" stuttered the Scarecrow, balancing
himself on the top of the wall and ready to jump either way. "How do
you do?" he finished, jerking off his hat nervously.
"As I'm told sometimes, and as I please, others," sniffed High Boy,
switching his tail impatiently. "But if it's how and not hay, I might
as well get up and go on again."
"No, wait," directed Philador, greatly interested in the appearance of
the three travelers. The Scarecrow he had recognized at once from a
picture he had seen in a history at home. "This gentleman lives in the
Emerald City, High Boy, and perhaps he will show us the way to the
capital." At the little Prince's words, the Scarecrow quickly jumped
down off the wall.
"We are going to the Emerald City ourselves," he exclaimed in surprise.
"It's in the opposite direction from the one you are taking."
"We're hunting a Queen," explained Benny, deciding it was about time he
got into the conversation.
"Why, so are we!" cried the medicine man, leaning so far out to the
side that his chest flew open and spilled half its contents in the
road. Trot and the Scarecrow were extremely shocked at this unexpected
happening, but immediately went to Herby's assistance and when the last
pill box was in place, the medicine man slammed his chest and, with a
wide wave of his arms, announced:
"This is Prince Philador of the Ozure Isles, on a quest to find his
royal mother and save his father's Kingdom. I am a medicine man and--"
"I am a high horse!" neighed High Boy, pawing up the dust with his hoof
and tossing back his mane. "The only high horse in Oz!"
All of these announcements, as you can well imagine, filled Trot and
her companions with astonishment.
"Why, we've just left the Ozure Isles," burst out Trot breathlessly. "A
bird-man carried us to Quiberon's cave and--"
"Let's all sit down," beamed the Scarecrow, "and talk this over
comfortably." Before Philador or Herby could dismount, High Boy dropped
down upon his haunches and, putting one hoof behind his ear, begged the
Scarecrow to proceed with the story.
"Why don't you tie yourself up?" he muttered impatiently to the
medicine man, who in rolling off his back had again upset his medicine
chest.
"I'll lend you my belt," volunteered Trot, as Phil, who had also fallen
off High Boy, picked himself up and sat down beside the straw man.
"Now then!" exclaimed Trot, after she had again restored the contents
of Herby's chest and fastened it securely with her belt, "tell us
everything that has happened!"
"Ladies first," murmured High Boy, showing both rows of teeth. "You
travel in strange company, my dear." His eyes rolled at Benny and came
to rest so hungrily on the Scarecrow that that agitated gentleman began
stuffing in his stray wisps of hay as fast as possible.
"Trot out your tale, little girl," invited High Boy, swallowing hard
and removing his eyes from the Scarecrow with evident effort. As
Philador added his entreaties to High Boy's, Trot began at once to
recount their amazing experiences in Quiberon's cave.
"Why, it all fits together!" exclaimed the little Prince, jumping up
excitedly. "Quiberon demands a mortal maiden or threatens to destroy
our Kingdom in three days. Somehow or other someone or other flew off
to the Emerald City for you, though I cannot imagine my father allowing
such a thing and there are no bird-men on the Ozure Isles."
"What is your name, child?" asked High Boy, waving his hoof reprovingly
at Phil. "Let the young lady finish her story, Princeling." So Philador
sat down, and Trot, after telling her name and explaining the strange
coming to life of Benny, went on with their further adventures, their
meeting with Orpah and their final escape by explosion to the mainland.
"Orpah told us all about Mombi's wickedness," finished Trot, in an
anxious voice, "and we were on our way to the Emerald City to ask Ozma
to help your father when we bumped into you."
"And I shall carry you there," promised High Boy with a little
snort of pleasure. "A girl named Trot can ride me any day. A fine,
horsey sounding, name! Do you care for riding, my dear?" Trot nodded
enthusiastically and smiled up at this most comical beast. Then
Philador, stepping out into the center of the ring, told everything
that had happened to him since the blue gull left him at the good
witch's hut. Trot and the Scarecrow were both astonished and alarmed to
learn of Tattypoo's disappearance, and as interested in the medicine
man as Philador had been in Benny. Benny himself listened gravely to
the whole recital and at the conclusion began rubbing his chin in deep
perplexity.
"If Mombi stole Philador's mother when he was two years old," he
muttered in a puzzled voice, "and Mombi has not been witch of the North
for twenty years, how is it that Philador is not grown up?" They all
laughed heartily at the stone man's question.
"Because we stay one age as long as we wish, in Oz," answered the
little Prince gaily. "I like being ten, so I've been ten for ever so
long."
"So have I," declared Trot. "Nobody grows up here unless they want to,
Benny. Isn't that fine?"
"Fine, but funny," acknowledged the stone man, looking from one to the
other.
"Everything in Oz is fine but funny," admitted the Scarecrow, turning
an exuberant somersault. "Look at High Boy and look at me!"
"You'd make a fine lunch," observed High Boy, lifting his nose hungrily.
"Don't you think we'd better start on?" asked Trot, as the Scarecrow,
with an indignant glance at High Boy, sprang behind a tree. "Even
though Quiberon cannot get out to destroy the Ozure Isles, Cheeriobed
must be worried about Philador and Ozma ought to know about the good
witch's disappearance right away."
"Right you are!" Pulling himself to his feet, High Boy capered and
pranced, first stretching his telescope legs up till his body was out
of sight and then decreasing their length till his stomach rested on
the ground.
"Do you consider him safe?" whispered Benny, observing High Boy's
antics with a worried frown. "Had we not better walk?"
"Far better," quavered the Scarecrow, from behind his tree.
"Oh come, get on!" coaxed High Boy. "I was only teasing. I wouldn't
harm a hay of your head," he promised merrily. "So long as Trot likes
you, I'll carry you anywhere."
"Better get on while he's down," advised the medicine man, making ready
to mount.
"He's a very fast runner," added Philador, smiling at Trot.
"And will save you breath, steps and time," whinnied High Boy, shaking
his mane impatiently. "Up with you my brave Kingdom savers!" Realizing
that they would reach the Emerald City much faster on High Boy, Trot
spoke a few words to the Scarecrow and after a little coaxing he
consented to come, climbing up after all the others so he would be as
far from High Boy's teeth as possible.
Fortunately the high horse's back was long so that there was plenty of
room for them all. First came the little Prince of the Ozure Isles,
then Herby, then Trot, then Benny, and last of all the Scarecrow.
"Now hold tight," warned High Boy, rolling his eyes back gleefully,
"and all ready!" Slapping the reins on his neck, Philador ordered him
to get up. Whirling 'round in the direction indicated by the Scarecrow,
High Boy not only got up but shot up so high they could see over the
tree tops, and ran so fast that they clung breathlessly together.
"How's that?" inquired the King's steed, looking proudly around at
Trot.
"Fu--fine!" stuttered the little girl, "but couldn't you trot a little
slower, High Boy?"
"I'll trot slower for Trot,
Though I'd much rather not,
I can pace, I can race
And I canter, a lot!"
chortled High Boy, snapping up his umbrella tail as he gave a sample of
each gait.
"He's awfully smart," confided Philador in a loud whisper. "And we
ought to reach the Emerald City to-night at the very latest." Trot
nodded enthusiastically and as she became more accustomed to the jerky
gait of the high horse she found it strangely exhilarating.
Imagine being able to look over the tree tops as you gallop along
the road! Every once in a while High Boy would drop down to a lower
level so his riders could see whether anyone was passing. While he was
jogging along about five feet from the ground, a farmer turned into the
lane. He was driving a huge herd of cattle and called loudly for High
Boy to get out of the way. Instead, High Boy merely turned sideways and
shot upward, allowing the whole procession to pass under his body.
Leaning over, Trot and Philador saw the farmer sitting in the middle
of the road mopping his forehead, and they laughingly agreed that
traveling on High Boy was the most interesting experience they had yet
had. The Scarecrow was still uneasy about his stuffing, but even he
was enjoying the ride, pointing out all the sights to Benny and the
medicine man, and explaining all the treats in store when they reached
the Emerald City.
"I cannot imagine who carried you to the Ozure Isles. Are you sure
it was not the blue gull?" questioned Philador, as High Boy jogged
comfortably along the blue highway.
"No, it was a man with golden wings," insisted Trot positively, "and he
must have been terribly strong to have carried Benny all that way."
As Philador still puzzled over the strange bird-man, she called out
suddenly: "Why, we must have gone right by Jinjur's house!"
"So we have!" muttered the Scarecrow, looking back regretfully. "She'd
have given you some fine ginger-bread, too."
"Never mind," neighed High Boy. "We'll be in the Emerald City in time
for tea and there's a village just ahead. Maybe they'll have some fresh
cake or buns." Stretching up his long legs, High Boy looked over
the walls of the little town at the next turn of the road. It seemed
entirely deserted and all the houses had shuttered windows and tightly
locked doors. Dropping down to regular horse size, High Boy trotted up
to the wooden door in the wall and butted his head three times against
the panels.
For a moment there was absolute silence, and then a muffled voice
called out crossly: "Can't you read?"
"It says 'Keep Out!'" whispered Trot, leaning over so she could read
the sign nailed on the door.
"Can't you let us in?" bellowed High Boy, beginning to stamp with
impatience at the delay. "We're in a hurry and have to go through this
town. Let us in, do you hear?"
"I hear!" shouted the voice defiantly, "But I'll not let you in. I'm
the Out Keeper."
"Hah, hah!" roared the Scarecrow. "I've often heard of an Inn Keeper
but never an Out Keeper. Come out, Keeper, and let's have a look at
you!"
Almost instantly the top section of the door flew open and the upper
half and head of the Out Keeper appeared.
"Help!" gasped Trot, clutching the medicine man. And no wonder!