The fact is," he explained, "it's a long journey to Orkland and I and my cousins here are all rather tired by our day's work.

But if you will start now, and be content to allow us to carry you over the mountains and dump you on the other side, just say the word and--off we go!" Cap'n Bill and Trot looked at one another questioningly.

The little girl was eager to visit the famous fairyland of Oz and the old sailor had endured such hardships in Jinxland that he would be glad to be out of it.
"It's rather impolite of us not to say good-bye to the new King and Queen," remarked the Scarecrow, "but I'm sure they're too happy to miss us, and I assure you it will be much easier to fly on the backs of the Orks over those steep mountains than to climb them as I did." "All right; let's go!" Trot decided.

"But where's Button-Bright ?" Just at this important moment Button-Bright was lost again, and they all scattered in search of him.

He had been standing beside them just a few minutes before, but his friends had an exciting hunt for him before they finally discovered the boy seated among the members of the band, beating the end of the bass drum with the bone of a turkey-leg that he had taken from the table in the banquet room.
"Hello, Trot," he said, looking up at the little girl when she found him.