ed from the raft to the prisoners.

"What are you going to do now?" demanded Cap'n Bill, fearfully eyeing
the pincers.

"This magic tool will pull you up, roots and all, and land you on this
raft," declared the Wizard.

"Don't do it!" pleaded the sailor, with a shudder. "It would hurt us
awfully."

"It would be just like pulling teeth to pull us up by the roots,"
explained Trot.

"Grow small!" said the Wizard to the pincers, and at once they became
small and he threw them into the black bag.

"I guess, friends, it's all up with us, this time," remarked Cap'n
Bill, with a dismal sigh.

"Please tell Ozma, Dorothy," said Trot, "that we got into trouble
trying to get her a nice birthday present. Then she'll forgive us.
The Magic Flower is lovely and wonderful, but it's just a lure to catch
folks on this dreadful island and then destroy them. You'll have a
nice birthday party, without us, I'm sure; and I hope, Dorothy, that
none of you in the Emerald City will forget me--or dear ol' Cap'n Bill."

19. Dorothy and the Bumble Bees

Dorothy was greatly distressed and had hard work to keep the tears from
her eyes.

"Is that all you can do, Wizard?" she asked the little man.

"It's all I can think of just now," he replied sadly. "But I intend to
keep on thinking as long--as long--well, as long as thinking will do
any good."

They were all silent for a time, Dorothy and the Wizard sitting
thoughtfully on the raft, and Trot and Cap'n Bill sitting thoughtfully
on the toadstools and growing gradually smaller and smaller in size.

Suddenly Dorothy said: "Wizard, I've thought of something!"

"What have you thought of?" he asked, looking at the little girl with
interest.

"Can you remember the Magic Word that transforms people?" she asked.

"Of course," said he.

"Then you can transform Trot and Cap'n Bill into birds or bumblebees,
and they can fly away to the other shore. When they're there, you can
transform 'em into their reg'lar shapes again!"

"Can you do that, Wizard?" asked Cap'n Bill, eagerly.

"I think so."

"Roots an' all?" inquired Trot.

"Why, the roots are now a part of you, and if you were transformed to a
bumblebee the whole of you would be transformed, of course, and you'd
be free of this awful island."

"All right; do it!" cried the sailor-man.

So the Wizard said slowly and distinctly:

"I want Trot and Cap'n Bill to become bumblebees--Pyrzqxgl!"

Fortunately, he pronounce