"I'm sure I do not know," replied the Witch. "I cannot use another
magic charm until three days have expired, but if they do not harm
Cap'n Bill during that time, I believe I can then find a way to save
him."
"Three days is a long time," remarked Trot dismally.
"The Boolooroo may decide to patch him at once," added Button-Bright
with equal sadness, for he, too, mourned the sailor's loss.
"It can't be helped," replied Rosalie. "I am not a fairy, my dears,
but merely a witch, and so my magic powers are limited. We can only
hope that the Boolooroo won't patch Cap'n Bill for three days."
When night settled down upon the camp of the Pinkies, where many
tents had now been pitched, all the invaders were filled with gloom.
The band tried to enliven them by playing the "Dead March," but it
was not a success. The Pinkies were despondent in spite of the fact
that they had repulsed the attack of the Blues, for as yet they had
not succeeded in gaining the City or finding the Magic Umbrella, and
the blue dusk of this dread country--which was so different from
their own land of sunsets--made them all very nervous. They saw the
moon rise for the first time in their lives, and its cold, silvery
radiance made them shudder and prevented them from going to sleep.
Trot tried to interest them by telling them that on the Earth the
people had both the sun and the moon and loved them both; but
nevertheless it is certain that had not the terrible Fog Bank stood
between them and the Pink Land, most of the invading army would have
promptly deserted and gone back home.
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