Chapter Four
Gillikens! Where am I?" He stared about wildly. There was not a familiar object in sight. Indeed he was in a dim, deep forest, and from the distance came the sound of someone sawing wood.
"Oh! Oh! I know!" muttered the Prince, rubbing his head miserably. "It's that wretched scroll. I've disappeared and this is the place I've disappeared to." Stiffly he got to his feet and started to walk in the direction of the sawing, but had only gone a few steps before he gave a cry of joy, for there, leaning up against a tree, snoring like twenty wood-cutters at work, was Kabumpo.
"Wake up!" cried Pompadore, pounding him with all his might. "Wake up, Kabumpo. We've disappeared!"
"Have we?" yawned the Elegant Elephant, opening one eye. "You don't say? Hah, Hoh, Hum!" With a tremendous yawn he opened the other eye and began to chuckle and shake all over.
"We stole a march on 'em, Pompa. I'd like to see the King's face when he finds us gone. Old Pumper will be Oyezing all over the palace. He'll think we've disappeared by magic."
"Well, didn't we?" asked Pompadore in amazement.
"Not unless you call me magic. I carried you off in
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