"Now to get King Bal to judge these terrible creatures we have so bravely captured." As he spoke he took hold of the string and began to pull as hard as he could.

One or two of the others helped him and pretty soon, as they drew in the cord, the leaves above them parted and a Loon appeared at the other end of the string.

It didn't take long to draw him down to the throne, where he seated himself and was tied in, so he wouldn't float upward again.
"Hello," said the King, blinking his purple eyes at his followers; "what's up now!" "Strangers, your Majesty--strangers and captives," replied the big Loon, pompously.
"Dear me! I see 'em.

I see 'em very plainly," exclaimed the King, his purple eyes bulging out as he looked at the three prisoners.

"What curious animals! Are they dangerous, do you think, my good Panta ?" "I'm 'fraid so, your Majesty.