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Chapter 13

L. Frank BaumJul 20, 2016'Command+D' Bookmark this page

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Our friends had a good start and were able to maintain it, for with
their eight wings they could go just as fast as could the Gargoyles.
All the way to the great rock the wooden people followed them, and
when Jim finally alighted at the mouth of the cavern the pursuers were
still some distance away.

“But, I’m afraid they’ll catch us yet,” said Dorothy, greatly excited.

“No; we must stop them,” declared the Wizard. “Quick Zeb, help me
pull off these wooden wings!”

They tore off the wings, for which they had no further use, and the
Wizard piled them in a heap just outside the entrance to the cavern.
Then he poured over them all the kerosene oil that was left in his
oil-can, and lighting a match set fire to the pile.

The flames leaped up at once and the bonfire began to smoke and roar
and crackle just as the great army of wooden Gargoyles arrived. The
creatures drew back at once, being filled with fear and horror; for
such as dreadful thing as a fire they had never before known in all
the history of their wooden land.

Inside the archway were several doors, leading to different rooms built
into the mountain, and Zeb and the Wizard lifted these wooden doors
from their hinges and tossed them all on the flames.

“That will prove a barrier for some time to come,” said the little
man, smiling pleasantly all over his wrinkled face at the success of
their stratagem. “Perhaps the flames will set fire to all that
miserable wooden country, and if it does the loss will be very small
and the Gargoyles never will be missed. But come, my children;
let us explore the mountain and discover which way we must go
in order to escape from this cavern, which is getting to be almost
as hot as a bake-oven.”

To their disappointment there was within this mountain no regular
flight of steps by means of which they could mount to the earth’s
surface. A sort of inclined tunnel led upward for a way, and they
found the floor of it both rough and steep. Then a sudden turn
brought them to a narrow gallery where the buggy could not pass. This
delayed and bothered them for a while, because they did not wish to
leave the buggy behind them. It carried their baggage and was useful
to ride in wherever there were good roads, and since it had
accompanied them so far in their travels they felt it their duty to
preserve it. So Zeb and the Wizard set to work and took off the
wheels and the top, and then they put the buggy edgewise, so it would
take up the smallest space. In this position they managed, with the
aid of the patient cab-horse, to drag the vehicle through the narrow
part of the passage. It was not a great distance, fortunately, and
when the path grew broader they put the buggy together again and
proceeded more comfortably. But the road was nothing more than a
series of rifts or cracks in the mountain, and it went zig-zag in
every direction, slanting first up and then down until they were
puzzled as to whether they were any nearer to the top of the earth
than when they had started, hours before.

“Anyhow,” said Dorothy, “we’ve ‘scaped those awful Gurgles, and that’s
ONE comfort!”

“Probably the Gargoyles are still busy trying to put out the fire,”
returned the Wizard. “But even if they succeeded in doing that it
would be very difficult for them to fly amongst these rocks; so I am
sure we need fear them no longer.”

Once in a while they would come to a deep crack in the floor, which
made the way quite dangerous; but there was still enough oil in the
lanterns to give them light, and the cracks were not so wide but that
they were able to jump over them. Sometimes they had to climb over
heaps of loose rock, where Jim could scarcely drag the buggy. At such
times Dorothy, Zeb and the Wizard all pushed behind, and lifted the
wheels over the roughest places; so they managed, by dint of hard
work, to keep going. But the little party was both weary and
discouraged when at last, on turning a sharp corner, the wanderers
found themselves in a vast cave arching high over their heads and
having a smooth, level floor.

The cave was circular in shape, and all around its edge, near to the
ground, appeared groups of dull yellow lights, two of them being
always side by side. These were motionless at first, but soon began
to flicker more brightly and to sway slowly from side to side and then
up and down.

“What sort of place is this?” asked the boy, trying to see more
clearly through the gloom.

“I cannot imagine, I’m sure,” answered the Wizard, also peering about.

“Woogh!” snarled Eureka, arching her back until her hair stood
straight on end; “it’s den of alligators, or crocodiles, or some other
dreadful creatures! Don’t you see their terrible eyes?”

“Eureka sees better in the dark than we can,” whispered Dorothy.
“Tell us, dear, what do the creatures look like?” she asked,
addressing her pet.

“I simply can’t describe ’em,” answered the kitten, shuddering.
“Their eyes are like pie-plates and their mouths like coal-scuttles.
But their bodies don’t seem very big.”

“Where are they?” enquired the girl.

“They are in little pockets all around the edge of this cavern. Oh,
Dorothy–you can’t imagine what horrid things they are! They’re
uglier than the Gargoyles.”

“Tut-tut! be careful how you criticise your neighbors,” spoke a
rasping voice near by. “As a matter of fact you are rather
ugly-looking creatures yourselves, and I’m sure mother has often told
us we were the loveliest and prettiest things in all the world.”

Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound,
and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one
of the little pockets in the rock.

“Why, it’s a dragon!” he exclaimed.

“No,” answered the owner of the big yellow eyes which were blinking at
them so steadily; “you are wrong about that. We hope to grow to be
dragons some day, but just now we’re only dragonettes.”

“What’s that?” asked Dorothy, gazing fearfully at the great scaley
head, the yawning mouth and the big eyes.

“Young dragons, of course; but we are not allowed to call ourselves
real dragons until we get our full growth,” was the reply. “The big
dragons are very proud, and don’t think children amount to much; but
mother says that some day we will all be very powerful and important.”

“Where is your mother?” asked the Wizard, anxiously looking around.

“She has gone up to the top of the earth to hunt for our dinner. If
she has good luck she will bring us an elephant, or a brace of
rhinoceri, or perhaps a few dozen people to stay our hunger.”

“Oh; are you hungry?” enquired Dorothy, drawing back.

“Very,” said the dragonette, snapping its jaws.

“And–and–do you eat people?”

“To be sure, when we can get them. But they’ve been very scarce for a
few years and we usually have to be content with elephants or
buffaloes,” answered the creature, in a regretful tone.

“How old are you?” enquired Zeb, who stared at the yellow eyes
as if fascinated.

“Quite young, I grieve to say; and all of my brothers and sisters that
you see here are practically my own age. If I remember rightly, we
were sixty-six years old the day before yesterday.”

“But that isn’t young!” cried Dorothy, in amazement.

“No?” drawled the dragonette; “it seems to me very babyish.”

“How old is your mother?” asked the girl.

“Mother’s about two thousand years old; but she carelessly lost track
of her age a few centuries ago and skipped several hundreds. She’s a
little fussy, you know, and afraid of growing old, being a widow and
still in her prime.”

“I should think she would be,” agreed Dorothy. Then, after a moment’s
thought, she asked: “Are we friends or enemies? I mean, will you be
good to us, or do you intend to eat us?”

“As for that, we dragonettes would love to eat you, my child; but
unfortunately mother has tied all our tails around the rocks at the
back of our individual caves, so that we can not crawl out to get you.
If you choose to come nearer we will make a mouthful of you in a wink;
but unless you do you will remain quite safe.”

There was a regretful accent in the creature’s voice, and at the words
all the other dragonettes sighed dismally.

Dorothy felt relieved. Presently she asked:

“Why did your mother tie your tails?”

“Oh, she is sometimes gone for several weeks on her hunting trips, and
if we were not tied we would crawl all over the mountain and fight
with each other and get into a lot of mischief. Mother usually knows
what she is about, but she made a mistake this time; for you are sure
to escape us unless you come too near, and you probably won’t do that.”

“No, indeed!” said the little girl. “We don’t wish to be eaten by
such awful beasts.”

“Permit me to say,” returned the dragonette, “that you are rather
impolite to call us names, knowing that we cannot resent your insults.
We consider ourselves very beautiful in appearance, for mother has
told us so, and she knows. And we are of an excellent family and have
a pedigree that I challenge any humans to equal, as it extends back
about twenty thousand years, to the time of the famous Green Dragon of
Atlantis, who lived in a time when humans had not yet been created.
Can you match that pedigree, little girl?”

“Well,” said Dorothy, “I was born on a farm in Kansas, and I guess
that’s being just as ‘spectable and haughty as living in a cave with
your tail tied to a rock. If it isn’t I’ll have to stand it,
that’s all.”

“Tastes differ,” murmured the dragonette, slowly drooping its scaley
eyelids over its yellow eyes, until they looked like half-moons.

Being reassured by the fact that the creatures could not crawl out of
their rock-pockets, the children and the Wizard now took time to
examine them more closely. The heads of the dragonettes were as big
as barrels and covered with hard, greenish scales that glittered
brightly under the light of the lanterns. Their front legs, which
grew just back of their heads, were also strong and big; but their
bodies were smaller around than their heads, and dwindled away in a
long line until their tails were slim as a shoe-string. Dorothy
thought, if it had taken them sixty-six years to grow to this size,
that it would be fully a hundred years more before they could hope to
call themselves dragons, and that seemed like a good while to wait to
grow up.

“It occurs to me,” said the Wizard, “that we ought to get out of this
place before the mother dragon comes back.”

“Don’t hurry,” called one of the dragonettes; “mother will be glad to
meet you, I’m sure.”

“You may be right,” replied the Wizard, “but we’re a little particular
about associating with strangers. Will you kindly tell us which way
your mother went to get on top the earth?”

“That is not a fair question to ask us,” declared another dragonette.
“For, if we told you truly, you might escape us altogether; and if we
told you an untruth we would be naughty and deserve to be punished.”

“Then,” decided Dorothy, “we must find our way out the best we can.”

They circled all around the cavern, keeping a good distance away from
the blinking yellow eyes of the dragonettes, and presently discovered
that there were two paths leading from the wall opposite to the place
where they had entered. They selected one of these at a venture
and hurried along it as fast as they could go, for they had no idea
when the mother dragon would be back and were very anxious not to make
her acquaintance.

 

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