Chapter Four
that gold mirror has a lot to do with all this. I believe it was put in the cake to help me find the Proper Princess."
"Where would you find a more Proper Princess than Ozma?" puffed Kabumpo indignantly. "Ozma is the one—depend upon it!"
"Just the same," said Pompa firmly, "I'm going to try every Princess we meet!"
"Do you expect to find 'em running wild in the woods?" snorted Kabumpo, who didn't like to be contradicted.
"You never can tell." The Prince of Pumperdink settled back comfortably. Now that they were really started, he was finding traveling extremely interesting. "I should have done this long ago," murmured the Prince to himself. "Every Prince should go on a journey of adventure."
"How long will it take us to reach the Emerald City?" he asked presently.
"Two days, if nothing happens," answered Kabumpo. "Say—what's that?" He stopped short and spread his ears till they looked like sails. The underbrush at the right was crackling from the springs of some large animal, and next minute a hoarse voice roared:
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