"No; this time I'll dodge the magic of the island. I noticed that
my wooden leg didn't get stuck, or take root, an' neither did the
glass feet of the Glass Cat. It's only a thing that's made of
meat--like man an' beasts--that the magic can hold an' root to the
ground. Our shoes are leather, an' leather comes from a beast's hide.
Our stockin's are wool, an' wool comes from a sheep's back. So, when
we walked on the Magic Isle, our feet took root there an' held us
fast. But not my wooden leg. So now I'll put a wooden bottom on my
other foot an' the magic can't stop me."
"But why do you wish to go back to the island?" asked Dorothy.
"Didn't you see the Magic Flower in the gold flower-pot?" returned
Cap'n Bill.
"Of course I saw it, and it's lovely and wonderful."
"Well, Trot an' I set out to get the magic plant for a present to
Ozma on her birthday, and I mean to get it an' take it back with us to
the Emerald City."
"That would be fine," cried Trot eagerly, "if you think you can do
it, and it would be safe to try!"
"I'm pretty sure it is safe, the way I've fixed my foot," said the
sailor, "an' if I SHOULD happen to get caught, I s'pose the Wizard
could save me again.
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