While the Kalidah was making good its escape Cap'n Bill took his
pipe from his pocket and filled it with tobacco and lighted it. Then,
as he puffed out the smoke, he tried to think what could be done.
"The Glass Cat seems all right," he said, "an' my wooden leg didn't
take roots and grow, either. So it's only flesh that gets caught."
"It's magic that does it, Cap'n!"
"I know, Trot, and that's what sticks me. We're livin' in a magic country,
but neither of us knows any magic an' so we can't help ourselves."
"Couldn't the Wizard of Oz help us--or Glinda the Good?" asked the
little girl.
"Ah, now we're beginnin' to reason," he answered. "I'd probably
thought o' that, myself, in a minute more. By good luck the Glass Cat
is free, an' so it can run back to the Emerald City an' tell the
Wizard about our fix, an' ask him to come an' help us get loose."
"Will you go?" Trot asked the cat, speaking very earnestly.
"I'm no messenger, to be sent here and there," asserted the curious
animal in a sulky tone of voice.
"Well," said Cap'n Bill, "you've got to go home, anyhow, 'cause you
don't want to stay here, I take it.
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