Chapter Twelve
poor old father and mother and all of Pumperdink will disappear forever."
You see, even Pompa had now got it into his head that Ozma was the Proper Princess mentioned in the scroll.
"We'll start at once," sighed the Elegant Elephant a bit ruefully. "I've had no sleep and precious little to eat but when you are King of Oz you can reward old Kabumpo as he deserves."
"Everything I have will be yours," cried the Prince, giving the elephant, or as much of him as he could grasp, a sudden hug. Then each took a long drink from one of the bubbling fountains and, munching the rolls Kabumpo had picked up in the Gilliken village, the two adventurers stole out of the gardens.
As they reached the gates, Kabumpo paused and his little eyes twinkled with delight. There lay the Soldier with the Green Whiskers, snoring tremendously and beside him was a long, sharp sword with an emerald handle. "Just what we need," chuckled Kabumpo, snatching it up in his trunk. Then out through the gates and swiftly through the still sleeping city swept the Elegant Elephant and the Prince of Pumperdink, off to rescue Princess Ozma, a prisoner in Ev!
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