For they were no longer small
in size, because the Wizard had transformed them from bumblebees into
the shapes and sizes that nature had formerly given them. The ugly
roots on their feet had disappeared with the transformation.
While Dorothy was hugging Trot, and Trot was softly crying because
she was so happy, the Wizard shook hands with Cap'n Bill and
congratulated him on his escape. The old sailor-man was so pleased
that he also shook the Lion's paw and took off his hat and bowed
politely to the cage of monkeys.
Then Cap'n Bill did a curious thing. He went to a big tree and,
taking out his knife, cut away a big, broad piece of thick bark. Then
he sat down on the ground and after taking a roll of stout cord from
his pocket--which seemed to be full of all sorts of things--he
proceeded to bind the flat piece of bark to the bottom of his good
foot, over the leather sole.
"What's that for?" inquired the Wizard.
"I hate to be stumped," replied the sailor-man; "so I'm goin' back
to that island."
"And get enchanted again?" exclaimed Trot, with evident disapproval.
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