“Perhaps he won’t,” suggested Billina.

“He must,” returned Ozma, firmly.  “The King has not treated us honestly, for under the mask of fairness and good nature he entrapped us all, and we would have been forever enchanted had not our wise and clever friend, the yellow hen, found a way to save us.”

“The King is a villain,” declared the Scarecrow.

“His laugh is worse than another man’s frown,” said the private, with a shudder.

“I thought he was hon-est, but I was mis-tak-en,” remarked Tiktok.  “My thoughts are us-u-al-ly cor-rect, but it is Smith & Tin-ker’s fault if they some-times go wrong or do not work prop-er-ly.”

“Smith & Tinker made a very good job of you,” said Ozma, kindly.  “I do not think they should be blamed if you are not quite perfect.”

“Thank you,” replied Tiktok.

“Then,” said Billina, in her brisk little voice, “let us all go back to the Nome King, and see what he has to say for himself.”

So they started for the entrance, Ozma going first, with the Queen and her train of little Princes and Princesses following.  Then came Tiktok, and the Scarecrow with Billina perched upon his straw-stuffed shoulder.  The twenty-seven officers and the private brought up the rear.

As they reached the hall the doors flew open before them; but then they all stopped and stared into the domed cavern with faces of astonishment and dismay.  For the room was filled with the mail-clad warriors of the Nome King, rank after rank standing in orderly array.  The electric lights upon their brows gleamed brightly, their battle-axes were poised as if to strike down their foes; yet they remained motionless as statues, awaiting the word of command.

And in the center of this terrible army sat the little King upon his throne of rock.  But he neither smiled nor laughed.  Instead, his face was distorted with rage, and most dreadful to behold.

17.  The Scarecrow Wins the Fight

After Billina had entered the palace Dorothy and Evring sat down to await the success or failure of her mission, and the Nome King occupied his throne and smoked his long pipe for a while in a cheerful and contented mood.

Then the bell above the throne, which sounded whenever an enchantment was broken, began to ring, and the King gave a start of annoyance and exclaimed, “Rocketty-ricketts!”

When the bell rang a second time the King shouted angrily, “Smudge and blazes!” and at a third ring he screamed in a fury, “Hippikaloric!” which must be a dreadful word because we don’t know what it means.

After that the bell went on ringing time after time; but the King was now so violently enraged that he could not utter a word, but hopped out of his throne and all around the room in a mad frenzy, so that he reminded Dorothy of a jumping-jack.