Chapter Eleven
"Takes more than a snuffer to keep me down," wheezed the Elegant Elephant, hurrying over and jerking the Prince to his feet. "Three humps of my shoulders and off she goes! What makes it so dark?"
"The Candlemen have all gone," sighed Pompa, brushing his hand wearily across his forehead. "All except that one."
In a distant corner sat Tommy Tallow and the light from his head was the only light in the great chamber. He was reading a book with tin leaves and looked up in surprise when he saw the Elegant Elephant and Pompadore approaching. Then he started to sputter and ran toward a bell rope at the side of the chamber.
"Stop!" shouted Kabumpo, "or I'll blow off your head!" At that the little Candleman trembled so violently that his flame head almost went out.
"Now suppose you show us the way out," snapped the Elegant Elephant, stamping one big foot until the floor trembled.
"You could burn out!” gasped Tommy faintly. "That's what we do!"
"Don't say out," whispered Pompa anxiously. "We want to go away from here," he explained earnestly. "Back on the top of the ground, you know."
"Oh!” whistled Tommy Tallow his face lighting
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