roared the Cowardly Lion, while Sir Hokus, following the camel's directions, carefully unfastened a large woven basket from one of the sacks on its side.
"You may be my Karwan Bashi," announced the Comfortable Camel, judiciously, as Sir Hokus paused for breath.
"Hear that Lady Dot!" Sir Hokus swept the camel a bow and fairly beamed with pleasure. Dorothy, meanwhile, had set out an appetizing repast on a small rocky ledge—a regular feast it appeared to the hungry travellers. There were loaves of black bread, figs, dates, cheese and a curious sort of dried meat which the Cowardly Lion swallowed in great quantities.
"Isn't this cozy?" said Dorothy, forgetting the long weary way ahead. "My, I'm glad we met you!"
"Very comforting to us, too, my dear," said the Camel, swaying complacently. "Isn't it, Doubty?"
"There are some silk cushions in my right hand saddle sack, but I doubt very much whether you'll like 'em," mumbled the Dromedary gruffly.
"Out with them!" cried Sir Hokus, pouncing on the Doubtful Dromedary, and in a minute each of the party had a cushion and was as snug as possible.
"Could anything have been more fortunate,"
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