Complete Works of L. Frank Baum

by L. Frank Baum

  Polychrome looked at him reproachfully.

  “I don’t like you,” she said.

  “No?” replied Shaggy, drawing the Love Magnet from his pocket; “not a little bit? — just a wee speck of a like?”

  “Yes, yes!” said Polychrome, clasping her hands in ecstasy as she gazed at the enchanted talisman; “I love you, Shaggy Man!”

  “Of course you do,” said he calmly; “but I don’t take any credit for it. It’s the Love Magnet’s powerful charm. But you seem quite alone and friendless, little Rainbow. Don’t you want to join our party until you find your father and sisters again?”

  “Where are you going?” she asked.

  “We don’t just know that,” said Betsy, taking her hand; “but we’re trying to find Shaggy’s long-lost brother, who has been captured by the terrible Metal Monarch. Won’t you come with us, and help us?”

  Polychrome looked from one to another of the queer party of travelers and a bewitching smile suddenly lighted her face.

  “A donkey, a mortal maid, a Rose Princess and a Shaggy Man!” she exclaimed. “Surely you need help, if you intend to face Ruggedo.”

  “Do you know him, then?” inquired Betsy.

  “No, indeed. Ruggedo’s caverns are beneath the earth’s surface, where no Rainbow can ever penetrate. But I’ve heard of the Metal Monarch. He is also called the Nome King, you know, and he has made trouble for a good many people — mortals and fairies — in his time,” said Polychrome.

  “Do you fear him, then?” asked the Princess, anxiously.

  “No one can harm a Daughter of the Rainbow,” said Polychrome proudly. “I’m a sky fairy.”

  “Then,” said Betsy, quickly, “you will be able to tell us the way to Ruggedo’s cavern.”

  “No,” returned Polychrome, shaking her head, “that is one thing I cannot do. But I will gladly go with you and help you search for the place.”

  This promise delighted all the wanderers and after the Shaggy Man had found the path again they began moving along it in a more happy mood. The Rainbow’s Daughter danced lightly over the rocky trail, no longer sad, but with her beautiful features wreathed in smiles. Shaggy came next, walking steadily and now and then supporting the Rose Princess, who followed him. Betsy and Hank brought up the rear, and if she tired with walking the girl got upon Hank’s back and let the stout little donkey carry her for a while.

  At nightfall they came to some trees that grew beside a tiny brook and here they made camp and rested until morning. Then away they tramped, finding berries and fruits here and there which satisfied the hunger of Betsy, Shaggy and Hank, so that they were well content with their lot.

  It surprised Betsy to see the Rose Princess partake of their food, for she considered her a fairy; but when she mentioned this to Polychrome, the Rainbow’s Daughter explained that when Ozga was driven out of her Rose Kingdom she ceased to be a fairy and would never again be more than a mere mortal. Polychrome, however, was a fairy wherever she happened to be, and if she sipped a few dewdrops by moonlight for refreshment no one ever saw her do it.

  As they continued their wandering journey, direction meant very little to them, for they were hopelessly lost in this strange country. Shaggy said it would be best to go toward the mountains, as the natural entrance to Ruggedo’s underground cavern was likely to be hidden in some rocky, deserted place; but mountains seemed all around them except in the one direction that they had come from, which led to the Rose Kingdom and the sea. Therefore it mattered little which way they traveled.

  By and by they espied a faint trail that looked like a path and after following this for some time they reached a crossroads. Here were many paths, leading in various directions, and there was a signpost so old that there were now no words upon the sign. At one side was an old well, with a chain windlass for drawing water, yet there was no house or other building anywhere in sight.

  While the party halted, puzzled which way to proceed, the mule approached the well and tried to look into it.

  “He’s thirsty,” said Betsy.

  “It’s a dry well,” remarked Shaggy. “Probably there has been no water in it for many years. But, come; let us decide which way to travel.”

  No one seemed able to decide that. They sat down in a group and tried to consider which road might be the best to take. Hank, however, could not keep away from the well and finally he reared up on his hind legs, got his head over the edge and uttered a loud “Hee-haw!” Betsy watched her animal friend curiously.

  “I wonder if he sees anything down there?” she said.

  At this, Shaggy rose and went over to the well to investigate, and Betsy went with him. The Princess and Polychrome, who had become fast friends, linked arms and sauntered down one of the roads, to find an easy path.

  “Really,” said Shaggy, “there does seem to be something at the bottom of this old well.”

  “Can’t we pull it up, and see what it is?” asked the girl.

  There was no bucket at the end of the windlass chain, but there was a big hook that at one time was used to hold a bucket. Shaggy let down this hook, dragged it around on the bottom and then pulled it up. An old hoopskirt came with it, and Betsy laughed and threw it away. The thing frightened Hank, who had never seen a hoopskirt before, and he kept a good distance away from it.

  Several other objects the Shaggy Man captured with the hook and drew up, but none of these was important.

  “This well seems to have been the dump for all the old rubbish in the country,” he said, letting down the hook once more. “I guess I’ve captured everything now. No — the hook has caught again. Help me, Betsy! Whatever this thing is, it’s heavy.”

  She ran up and helped him turn the windlass and after much effort a confused mass of copper came in sight.

  “Good gracious!” exclaimed Shaggy. “Here is a surprise, indeed!”

  “What is it?” inquired Betsy, clinging to the windlass and panting for breath.

  For answer the Shaggy Man grasped the bundle of copper and dumped it upon the ground, free of the well. Then he turned it over with his foot, spread it out, and to Betsy’s astonishment the thing proved to be a copper man.

  “Just as I thought,” said Shaggy, looking hard at the object. “But unless there are two copper men in the world this is the most astonishing thing I ever came across.”

  At this moment the Rainbow’s Daughter and the Rose Princess approached them, and Polychrome said:

  “What have you found, Shaggy One?”

  “Either an old friend, or a stranger,” he replied.

  “Oh, here’s a sign on his back!” cried Betsy, who had knelt down to examine the man. “Dear me; how funny! Listen to this.”

  Then she read the following words, engraved upon the copper plates of the man’s body:

  “Isn’t he wonderful!” exclaimed the Princess.

  “Yes; but here’s more,” said Betsy, reading from another engraved plate:

  “If he’s guaranteed for a thousand years,” said Polychrome, “he ought to work yet.”

  “Of course,” replied Shaggy. “Let’s wind him up.”

  In order to do this they were obliged to set the copper man upon his feet, in an upright position, and this was no easy task. He was inclined to topple over, and had to be propped again and again. The girls assisted Shaggy, and at last Tik-Tok seemed to be balanced and stood alone upon his broad feet.

  “Yes,” said Shaggy, looking at the copper man carefully, “this must be, indeed, my old friend Tik-Tok, whom I left ticking merrily in the Land of Oz. But how he came to this lonely place, and got into that old well, is surely a mystery.”

  “If we wind him, perhaps he will tell us,” suggested Betsy. “Here’s the key, hanging to a hook on his back. What part of him shall I wind up first?”

  “His thoughts, of course,” said Polychrome, “for it requires thought to speak or move intelligently.”

  So Betsy wound him under his left arm, and at once little flashes of light bega
n to show in the top of his head, which was proof that he had begun to think.

  “Now, then,” said Shaggy, “wind up his phonograph.”

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  “Why, his talking-machine. His thoughts may be interesting, but they don’t tell us anything.”

  So Betsy wound the copper man under his right arm, and then from the interior of his copper body came in jerky tones the words: “Ma-ny thanks!”

  “Hurrah!” cried Shaggy, joyfully, and he slapped Tik-Tok upon the back in such a hearty manner that the copper man lost his balance and tumbled to the ground in a heap. But the clockwork that enabled him to speak had been wound up and he kept saying: “Pick-me-up! Pick-me-up! Pick-me-up!” until they had again raised him and balanced him upon his feet, when he added politely: “Ma-ny thanks!”

  “He won’t be self-supporting until we wind up his action,” remarked Shaggy; so Betsy wound it, as tight as she could — for the key turned rather hard — and then Tik-Tok lifted his feet, marched around in a circle and ended by stopping before the group and making them all a low bow.

  “How in the world did you happen to be in that well, when I left you safe in Oz?” inquired Shaggy.

  “It is a long sto-ry,” replied Tik-Tok, “but I’ll tell it in a few words. Af-ter you had gone in search of your broth-er, Oz-ma saw you wan-der-ing in strange lands when-ev-er she looked in her mag-ic pic-ture, and she also saw your broth-er in the Nome King’s cavern; so she sent me to tell you where to find your broth-er and told me to help you if I could. The Sor-cer-ess, Glin-da the Good, trans-port-ed me to this place in the wink of an eye; but here I met the Nome King him-self — old Rug-ge-do, who is called in these parts the Met-al Mon-arch. Rug-ge-do knew what I had come for, and he was so an-gry that he threw me down the well. Af-ter my works ran down I was help-less un-til you came a-long and pulled me out a-gain. Ma-ny thanks.”

  “This is, indeed, good news,” said Shaggy. “I suspected that my brother was the prisoner of Ruggedo; but now I know it. Tell us, Tik-Tok, how shall we get to the Nome King’s underground cavern?”

  “The best way is to walk,” said Tik-Tok. “We might crawl, or jump, or roll o-ver and o-ver until we get there; but the best way is to walk.”

  “I know; but which road shall we take?”

  “My ma-chin-er-y is-n’t made to tell that,” replied Tik-Tok.

  “There is more than one entrance to the underground cavern,” said Polychrome; “but old Ruggedo has cleverly concealed every opening, so that earth dwellers can not intrude in his domain. If we find our way underground at all, it will be by chance.”

  “Then,” said Betsy, “let us select any road, haphazard, and see where it leads us.”

  “That seems sensible,” declared the Princess. “It may require a lot of time for us to find Ruggedo, but we have more time than anything else.”

  “If you keep me wound up,” said Tik-Tok, “I will last a thou-sand years.”

  “Then the only question to decide is which way to go,” added Shaggy, looking first at one road and then at another.

  But while they stood hesitating, a peculiar sound reached their ears — a sound like the tramping of many feet.

  “What’s coming?” cried Betsy; and then she ran to the left-hand road and glanced along the path. “Why, it’s an army!” she exclaimed. “What shall we do, hide or run?”

  “Stand still,” commanded Shaggy. “I’m not afraid of an army. If they prove to be friendly, they can help us; if they are enemies, I’ll show them the Love Magnet.”

  Chapter Eight

  Tik-Tok Tackles a Tough Task

  While Shaggy and his companions stood huddled in a group at one side, the Army of Oogaboo was approaching along the pathway, the tramp of their feet being now and then accompanied by a dismal groan as one of the officers stepped on a sharp stone or knocked his funnybone against his neighbor’s sword-handle.

  Then out from among the trees marched Private Files, bearing the banner of Oogaboo, which fluttered from a long pole. This pole he stuck in the ground just in front of the well and then he cried in a loud voice:

  “I hereby conquer this territory in the name of Queen Ann Soforth of Oogaboo, and all the inhabitants of the land I proclaim her slaves!”

  Some of the officers now stuck their heads out of the bushes and asked:

  “Is the coast clear, Private Files?”

  “There is no coast here,” was the reply, “but all’s well.”

  “I hope there’s water in it,” said General Cone, mustering courage to advance to the well; but just then he caught a glimpse of Tik-Tok and Shaggy and at once fell upon his knees, trembling and frightened and cried out:

  “Mercy, kind enemies! Mercy! Spare us, and we will be your slaves forever!”

  The other officers, who had now advanced into the clearing, likewise fell upon their knees and begged for mercy.

  Files turned around and, seeing the strangers for the first time, examined them with much curiosity. Then, discovering that three of the party were girls, he lifted his cap and made a polite bow.

  “What’s all this?” demanded a harsh voice, as Queen Ann reached the place and beheld her kneeling army.

  “Permit us to introduce ourselves,” replied Shaggy, stepping forward. “This is Tik-Tok, the Clockwork Man — who works better than some meat people. And here is Princess Ozga of Roseland, just now unfortunately exiled from her Kingdom of Roses. I next present Polychrome, a sky fairy, who lost her Bow by an accident and can’t find her way home. The small girl here is Betsy Bobbin, from some unknown earthly paradise called Oklahoma, and with her you see Mr. Hank, a mule with a long tail and a short temper.”

  “Puh!” said Ann, scornfully; “a pretty lot of vagabonds you are, indeed; all lost or strayed, I suppose, and not worth a Queen’s plundering. I’m sorry I’ve conquered you.”

  “But you haven’t conquered us yet,” called Betsy indignantly.

  “No,” agreed Files, “that is a fact. But if my officers will kindly command me to conquer you, I will do so at once, after which we can stop arguing and converse more at our ease.”

  The officers had by this time risen from their knees and brushed the dust from their trousers. To them the enemy did not look very fierce, so the Generals and Colonels and Majors and Captains gained courage to face them and began strutting in their most haughty manner.

  “You must understand,” said Ann, “that I am the Queen of Oogaboo, and this is my invincible Army. We are busy conquering the world, and since you seem to be a part of the world, and are obstructing our journey, it is necessary for us to conquer you — unworthy though you may be of such high honor.”

  “That’s all right,” replied Shaggy. “Conquer us as often as you like. We don’t mind.”

  “But we won’t be anybody’s slaves,” added Betsy, positively.

  “We’ll see about that,” retorted the Queen, angrily. “Advance, Private Files, and bind the enemy hand and foot!”

  But Private Files looked at pretty Betsy and fascinating Polychrome and the beautiful Rose Princess and shook his head.

  “It would be impolite, and I won’t do it,” he asserted.

  “You must!” cried Ann. “It is your duty to obey orders.”

  “I haven’t received any orders from my officers,” objected the Private.

  But the Generals now shouted: “Forward, and bind the prisoners!” and the Colonels and Majors and Captains repeated the command, yelling it as loud as they could.

  All this noise annoyed Hank, who had been eyeing the Army of Oogaboo with strong disfavor. The mule now dashed forward and began backing upon the officers and kicking fierce and dangerous heels at them. The attack was so sudden that the officers scattered like dust in a whirlwind, dropping their swords as they ran and trying to seek refuge behind the trees and bushes.

  Betsy laughed joyously at the comical rout of the “noble army,” and Polychrome danced with glee. But Ann was furious at this ignoble defe
at of her gallant forces by one small mule.

  “Private Files, I command you to do your duty!” she cried again, and then she herself ducked to escape the mule’s heels — for Hank made no distinction in favor of a lady who was an open enemy. Betsy grabbed her champion by the forelock, however, and so held him fast, and when the officers saw that the mule was restrained from further attacks they crept fearfully back and picked up their discarded swords.

  “Private Files, seize and bind these prisoners!” screamed the Queen.

  “No,” said Files, throwing down his gun and removing the knapsack which was strapped to his back, “I resign my position as the Army of Oogaboo. I enlisted to fight the enemy and become a hero, but if you want some one to bind harmless girls you will have to hire another Private.”

  Then he walked over to the others and shook hands with Shaggy and Tik-Tok.

  “Treason!” shrieked Ann, and all the officers echoed her cry.

  “Nonsense,” said Files. “I’ve the right to resign if I want to.”

  “Indeed you haven’t!” retorted the Queen. “If you resign it will break up my Army, and then I cannot conquer the world.” She now turned to the officers and said: “I must ask you to do me a favor. I know it is undignified in officers to fight, but unless you immediately capture Private Files and force him to obey my orders there will be no plunder for any of us. Also it is likely you will all suffer the pangs of hunger, and when we meet a powerful foe you are liable to be captured and made slaves.”

  The prospect of this awful fate so frightened the officers that they drew their swords and rushed upon Files, who stood beside Shaggy, in a truly ferocious manner. The next instant, however, they halted and again fell upon their knees; for there, before them, was the glistening Love Magnet, held in the hand of the smiling Shaggy Man, and the sight of this magic talisman at once won the heart of every Oogabooite. Even Ann saw the Love Magnet, and forgetting all enmity and anger threw herself upon Shaggy and embraced him lovingly.

  Quite disconcerted by this unexpected effect of the Magnet, Shaggy disengaged himself from the Queen’s encircling arms and quickly hid the talisman in his pocket. The adventurers from Oogaboo were now his firm friends, and there was no more talk about conquering and binding any of his party.