The country wasn’t so pretty now. Before the travelers appeared a
rocky plain covered with hills on which grew nothing green. They were
nearing some low mountains, too, and the road, which before had been
smooth and pleasant to walk upon, grew rough and uneven.
Button-Bright’s little feet stumbled more than once, and Polychrome
ceased her dancing because the walking was now so difficult that she
had no trouble to keep warm.
It had become afternoon, yet there wasn’t a thing for their luncheon
except two apples which the shaggy man had taken from the breakfast
table. He divided these into four pieces and gave a portion to each
of his companions. Dorothy and Button-Bright were glad to get theirs;
but Polly was satisfied with a small bite, and Toto did not like apples.
“Do you know,” asked the Rainbow’s Daughter, “if this is the right
road to the Emerald City?”
“No, I don’t,” replied Dorothy, “but it’s the only road in this part
of the country, so we may as well go to the end of it.”
“It looks now as if it might end pretty soon,” remarked the shaggy man;
“and what shall we do if it does?”
“Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.
“If I had my Magic Belt,” replied Dorothy, thoughtfully, “it could do
us a lot of good just now.”
“What is your Magic Belt?” asked Polychrome.
“It’s a thing I captured from the Nome King one day, and it can do
‘most any wonderful thing. But I left it with Ozma, you know; ’cause
magic won’t work in Kansas, but only in fairy countries.”
“Is this a fairy country?” asked Button-Bright.
“I should think you’d know,” said the little girl, gravely.
“If it wasn’t a fairy country you couldn’t have a fox head
and the shaggy man couldn’t have a donkey head, and the Rainbow’s
Daughter would be invis’ble.”
“What’s that?” asked the boy.
“You don’t seem to know anything, Button-Bright. Invis’ble is a thing
you can’t see.”
“Then Toto’s invis’ble,” declared the boy, and Dorothy found he was
right. Toto had disappeared from view, but they could hear him
barking furiously among the heaps of grey rock ahead of them.
They moved forward a little faster to see what the dog was barking at,
and found perched upon a point of rock by the roadside a curious
creature. It had the form of a man, middle-sized and rather slender
and graceful; but as it sat silent and motionless upon the peak they
could see that its face was black as ink, and it wore a black cloth
costume made like a union suit and fitting tight to its skin. Its
hands were black, too, and its toes curled down, like a bird’s. The
creature was black all over except its hair, which was fine, and
yellow, banged in front across the black forehead and cut close at the
sides. The eyes, which were fixed steadily upon the barking dog, were
small and sparkling and looked like the eyes of a weasel.
“What in the world do you s’pose that is?” asked Dorothy in
a hushed voice, as the little group of travelers stood watching
the strange creature.
“Don’t know,” said Button-Bright.
The thing gave a jump and turned half around, sitting in the same
place but with the other side of its body facing them. Instead of
being black, it was now pure white, with a face like that of a clown
in a circus and hair of a brilliant purple. The creature could bend
either way, and its white toes now curled the same way the black ones
on the other side had done.
“It has a face both front and back,” whispered Dorothy, wonderingly;
“only there’s no back at all, but two fronts.”
Having made the turn, the being sat motionless as before, while Toto
barked louder at the white man than he had done at the black one.
“Once,” said the shaggy man, “I had a jumping jack like that,
with two faces.”
“Was it alive?” asked Button-Bright.
“No,” replied the shaggy man; “it worked on strings and was made of wood.”
“Wonder if this works with strings,” said Dorothy; but Polychrome
cried “Look!” for another creature just like the first had suddenly
appeared sitting on another rock, its black side toward them. The two
twisted their heads around and showed a black face on the white side
of one and a white face on the black side of the other.
“How curious,” said Polychrome; “and how loose their heads seem to be!
Are they friendly to us, do you think?”
“Can’t tell, Polly,” replied Dorothy. “Let’s ask ’em.”
The creatures flopped first one way and then the other, showing black
or white by turns; and now another joined them, appearing on another
rock. Our friends had come to a little hollow in the hills, and the
place where they now stood was surrounded by jagged peaks of rock,
except where the road ran through.
“Now there are four of them,” said the shaggy man.
“Five,” declared Polychrome.
“Six,” said Dorothy.
“Lots of ’em!” cried Button-Bright; and so there were–quite a row of
the two-sided black and white creatures sitting on the rocks all around.
Toto stopped barking and ran between Dorothy’s feet, where he crouched
down as if afraid. The creatures did not look pleasant or friendly,
to be sure, and the shaggy man’s donkey face became solemn, indeed.
“Ask ’em who they are, and what they want,” whispered Dorothy;
so the shaggy man called out in a loud voice:
“Who are you?”
“Scoodlers!” they yelled in chorus, their voices sharp and shrill.
“What do you want?” called the shaggy man.
“You!” they yelled, pointing their thin fingers at the group;
and they all flopped around, so they were white, and then all
flopped back again, so they were black.
“But what do you want us for?” asked the shaggy man, uneasily.
“Soup!” they all shouted, as if with one voice.
“Goodness me!” said Dorothy, trembling a little; “the Scoodlers must
be reg’lar cannibals.”
“Don’t want to be soup,” protested Button-Bright, beginning to cry.
“Hush, dear,” said the little girl, trying to comfort him; “we don’t
any of us want to be soup. But don’t worry; the shaggy man will take
care of us.”
“Will he?” asked Polychrome, who did not like the Scoodlers at all,
and kept close to Dorothy.
“I’ll try,” promised the shaggy man; but he looked worried.
Happening just then to feel the Love Magnet in his pocket,
he said to the creatures, with more confidence:
“Don’t you love me?”
“Yes!” they shouted, all together.
“Then you mustn’t harm me, or my friends,” said the shaggy man, firmly.
“We love you in soup!” they yelled, and in a flash turned their white
sides to the front.
“How dreadful!” said Dorothy. “This is a time, Shaggy Man, when you
get loved too much.”
“Don’t want to be soup!” wailed Button-Bright again; and Toto began
to whine dismally, as if he didn’t want to be soup, either.
“The only thing to do,” said the shaggy man to his friends, in a low
tone, “is to get out of this pocket in the rocks as soon as we can, and
leave the Scoodlers behind us. Follow me, my dears, and don’t pay any
attention to what they do or say.”
With this, he began to march along the road to the opening in the
rocks ahead, and the others kept close behind him. But the Scoodlers
closed up in front, as if to bar their way, and so the shaggy man
stooped down and picked up a loose stone, which he threw at the
creatures to scare them from the path.
At this the Scoodlers raised a howl. Two of them picked their heads
from their shoulders and hurled them at the shaggy man with such force
that he fell over in a heap, greatly astonished. The two now ran
forward with swift leaps, caught up their heads, and put them on
again, after which they sprang back to their positions on the rocks.