"Now what shall we do?" groaned the Prince, letting his arms drop heavily at his sides.
"Do!" snorted Kabumpo. "The thing for you to do is to act like a Prince instead of a Gooch! There are other ways of getting to Ev than by chariot."
The thought of Kabumpo in Glinda's chariot made Pompa smile in spite of himself.
"There! That's better," said the Elegant Elephant more pleasantly.
"Now, what's to hinder us from going to Ev and rescuing Princess Ozma? She couldn't help marrying you if you saved her from a giant, could she?"
"But could I save her-that's the question," muttered the Prince, looking uneasily at the yawning cavity where the castle had stood. "This giant must be a terrible fellow!"
"Pooh!" said Kabumpo airily. "Who's afraid of giants? I'll wind my trunk around his leg and pull him to earth. Then you can dispatch the villain. We must get you a sword, though," he added softly.
"All right! I'll do it!" cried the Prince, throwing out his chest. The very thought of killing a giant made him feel about ten feet high. "Do you know the way to Ev, Kabumpo? We'll have to hurry, because unless I marry Ozma before the seven days are up my
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