CHAPTER 19

Reddy Restored to the Throne

The time passed most merrily for the travellers. Carter and Atmos were

so interested in each other, and Betsy and Ozma were so busy exchanging

their strange experiences, they scarcely noticed the country through

which they were passing. But after an hour's march Reddy, who was still

ahead of the others, gave a loud cry of surprise, for he had caught a

glimpse of the pink towers of Rash.

"We've travelled in a circle," panted the little boy excitedly, "and

here we are back where we started from."

"Well, shall we stop and conquer Irashi or go on back to Oz?" queried

Betsy. "The Deadly Desert is on the other side of the city, and we

could easily march around it."

"March round by all means," roared the Hungry Tiger, who had his own

reasons for avoiding Rash. "In the Emerald City Ozma can do the whole

conquering by magic, and then if Reddy still wants to return to his

measly little Kingdom, she can transport him with the Magic Belt."

The little fairy looked inquiringly at Reddy, but Reddy lifted his chin

and fingering his sword lovingly, shook his head.

"A Prince should conquer his own enemies," declared the little boy

bravely, "and after the way Irashi treated us, I really ought to conquer

him."

"But can six people conquer a city?" gasped the airman rolling his eyes

a bit wildly. "In the sky it takes an army."

"I've seen one person conquer a city in Oz," boasted Betsy proudly.

"Come on Red, I'll help you."

"So will I!" cried Carter Green, picking up a stout stick, "And we have

the Rash rubies, remember!"

"I don't know much about earth battles, but I can tread on a few toes,"

offered Atmos, clumping up to the little Prince and tapping his boots

significantly.

"And if you are set upon it, I'll bite off a few heads," roared the

Hungry Tiger. "On to Rash!" Bidding the little girls hold tight, he

went charging full speed over the hill, Reddy, Atmos and Carter racing

breathless after him.

Now it happened that Irashi and his Chief Scribe were having luncheon

in the castle gardens. They had long since dismissed the Hungry Tiger

and the little Prince from their evil minds. You can therefore imagine

their astonishment and dismay when Reddy and his companions came

hurtling through the trees. The little army had rushed impetuously past

the guards at the gate and, after one glimpse of the Hungry Tiger, the

Rashers they encountered in the city had fled like leaves before the

wind, so that they had reached the castle without interference.

At sight of the huge airman, Ippty, who had been about to pour himself

a cup of coffee, gave a frightful scream and scrambled nimbly into

a tree, while Irashi, seizing a silver whistle, that hung round his

neck, blew three shrill blasts and, drawing his scimiter, made a savage

slash at Reddy. But the scimiter slid harmlessly down the little boy's

cheek, and the coffee pot, which Ippty hurled from the tree, bounced

like a rubber ball, off his head.

"It's the rubies, the Rash rubies!" exulted Betsy Bobbin. Betsy and

Ozma had jumped off the tiger, and the great beast, crouched at the

foot of Ippty's tree, was glaring upward with a look so terrible that

the Scribe of Rash trembled till the very branches shook.

"See what's coming," coughed Carter, with a warning wave toward the

castle. In answer to Irashi's whistle, the entire army of Rash was

advancing upon the invaders.

"Spinach! Gamin and spinach!" spluttered the Vegetable Man wildly.

"Is that what you call 'em?" panted Atmos, and putting the little

girls firmly behind him, he made ready to tread upon the army's toes.

Swinging his stick like a flail, Carter took his place at Reddy's right

and, roaring like a dozen cannons, the Hungry Tiger placed himself

at the little boy's left. Reddy, himself, giving no attention to the

frantic slashes of the scimiter, nor the furious advance of the Rash

army, was pushing Irashi steadily backwards.

And as the old rascal, breathless from his pummelings, turned to see

whether his army were coming, Reddy snatched off Irashi's crown and

tossed it back to Betsy Bobbin.

"Keep it for me Betsy," puffed the little Prince, "I can't use it now."

Clinging anxiously together, both little girls began to wish they had

persuaded Reddy not to conquer Irashi. How was one small boy, even

though he was helped out by three magic rubies and five loyal friends,

to conquer the entire army of Rash?

But Reddy's plans were all made. As the Rashers rushed upon him, as the

airman got in one splendid kick and Carter one tremendous whack, the

little boy clapped on the giant's wig.

You have never seen a more terrified and bewildered company. The

screams of Irashi and his Guardsmen, as Reddy shot skyward, nearly

deafened Betsy and Ozma. And as he began to pick up one and then

another of the soldiers and take away their swords, their terror was

pitiful. They crawled, ran, leaped, and tumbled in a wild scramble to

get away, the Hungry Tiger snapping viciously at their heels and the

airman helping them most efficiently with his iron boots. In one moment

more, not a Rasher was to be seen anywhere.

"And that," grunted the airman, rubbing his hands together with great

glee, "that is the end of the gamin and spinach."

Irashi would have fled too, had not Atmos seized him by the pantaloons

and swung him up in the tree beside Ippty. By this time word of the

frightful battle had reached the castle and Fizzenpop, his turban

standing straight on end, came flying out to see what had happened.

But even Fizzenpop's knees smote together when he saw the great Giant

striding up and down the garden, and when the Giant actually lifted him

into the air, the Grand Vizier gave himself up for lost.

Betsy and Ozma, delighted at the splendid victory, now came hurrying

over and while the Hungry Tiger guarded the two rascals in the

tree, Reddy took off his wig, and told Fizzenpop the story of their

adventures, proudly displaying the three magic rubies of Rash.

At sight of the rubies, the delight and astonishment of the Grand

Vizier knew no bounds, and after embracing Reddy a dozen times and

prostrating himself twice before each of the others, the old statesman

rushed back to the palace.

Next instant the tower bells were tolling out a joyful welcome to the

Rightful Ruler of Rash, and Fizzenpop, himself, in his best turban and

tunic was reading a proclamation from the pink balcony stating that

Evered, the Scarlet Prince had returned and the rule of Irashi the

Rough was over forever.

"How about a little lunch?" proposed the Hungry Tiger, putting his paws

over his ears to drown out the roars and cheers of the populace.

Overjoyed at Irashi's downfall, the citizens of Rash were celebrating

the victory as noisily as possible. "And what are we going to do with

these two handsome rogues? I've a notion to eat them up!" the Hungry

Tiger roared, glaring ferociously at the trembling pair in the tree.

"Well, they certainly deserve it," exclaimed Betsy, looking severely at

Irashi and Ippty. "Don't you think so Carter?"

The kind-hearted Vegetable Man pulled his corn ear in embarrassment.

"Let Ozma and Reddy decide," murmured Carter in a low voice. "They're

not an earthly bit of use to anyone, but perhaps they'll reform," he

finished uncomfortably. At Carter's words, the airman gave a sudden

bounce, and a gleam of purpose came into his round eye.

"Tie them up," advised Atmos, "especially that prickly fingered one.

Then, after lunch we can decide what is to be done."

"All right," agreed Reddy, and to be sure that they would not escape,

he put on his big wig. Then, picking the two Rashers out of the tree as

if they had been toy soldiers, he wound them round and round with rope

that Carter obligingly fetched from the castle. Ippty's pen and pencily

fingers he bound up securely in strips of his handkerchief, which,

grown to giant size, was large as a sheet. Then, with the two culprits

tramping gloomily before them, the conquerors marched gaily to the

pink palace where a splendid repast already awaited them.

The Hungry Tiger's eyes shone with joy as he looked down the long

table. One entire end had been reserved for him.

"Isn't this better than Rash prisoners?" whispered Fizzenpop, leading

him kindly to his place and waving to the rare steaks and roasts he had

provided.

With a troubled glance at Ozma, the Hungry Tiger nodded. He hoped

that Fizzenpop would not tell the others why he had come to Rash. But

Betsy and Ozma were talking so busily, they never even heard the Grand

Vizier's remark. "And if Ippty and Irashi are disposed of, I have

nothing to fear," thought the tiger uneasily.

Reddy, still in his shabby clothes, but wearing the splendid ruby crown

of Rash, seated himself at the head of the table and, with Ozma on his

right and Betsy on his left, presided in a truly royal manner. Carter

and Atmos did not eat at all, but their jokes and questions kept the

whole company in a roar of merriment.

"It is seldom," observed old Fizzenpop, gazing fondly at the little

Prince, "it is seldom that a city is captured without one broken bone."

"I am glad I did not break mine," said the airman, patting his chest

proudly.

"Yours?" gasped Betsy, "Why Atmos, have you any bones?"

"One," admitted the airman, feeling his side experimentally. "It's a

floating rib, and I never know just where it will be. Every airman has

a floating rib," confided Atmos blandly. "It helps them to float."

"Well, I think you are one of the most interesting persons I have ever

met," cried Reddy, jumping to his feet. "And Carter's the other. Oh I

do wish you would all stay in Rash. Won't you please stay? Betsy and

Ozma can take turns being Queen, Carter can be royal gardener and the

Hungry Tiger and Atmos can be anything they want."

"Thanks," murmured the airman, "but what about my lecture? Besides,"

he looked bashfully from one to the other, "I'm engaged to an Heiress

and must return to the sky. But someday, when you have a few years to

spare, I hope you'll all visit me and we'll go on a regular sky-lark."

"Oh, I'd love to," cried Betsy Bobbin.

"You talk as if you were leaving us," objected the Hungry Tiger,

raising himself with an effort. He had eaten a tremendous luncheon and

could scarcely keep his eyes open.

"I am," declared the airman solemnly, pushing back his chair. And

before the others half realized what he was about, the huge fellow had

seized Ippty and Irashi and vanished through the doorway.

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