11/12 S'pose she's a pris'ner in a dungeon cell! Do you want to keep our dear Ozma there any longer than we can help ?" "If she's in a dungeon cell, how are you going to get her out ?" inquired the boy. We'll leave that to the Wizard. He's sure to find a way." The Wizard said nothing, for he realized that without his magic tools he could do no more than any other person. But there was no use reminding his companions of that fact; it might discourage them. "The important thing just now," he remarked, "is to find Ozma, and as our party is again happily reunited, I propose we move on." As they came to the edge of the Great Orchard, the sun was setting and they knew it would soon be dark. |