e, mate," replied the sailor.

"Please, Queen Trot," begged Ghip-Ghisizzle, "let me patch just the
Boolooroo. It will be such a satisfaction."

"I have said no, an' I mean it," answered the girl. "You let the poor
old Boolooroo alone. There's nothing that hurts so much as a come-down
in life, an' I 'spect the old rascal's goin' to be pretty miser'ble
by'm'by."

"What does he say to his reversal of fortune?" asked Rosalie.

"Why, I don't b'lieve he knows about it," said Trot. "Guess I'd better
send for him an' tell him what's happened."

So the Captain of the Guards was given the key and told to fetch the
Boolooroo from the Room of the Great Knife. The guards had a terrible
struggle with the goat, which was loose in the room and still wanted to
fight, but finally they subdued the animal, and then they took the
Boolooroo out of the frame he was tied in and brought both him and the
goat before Queen Trot, who awaited them in the throne room of the
palace. When the courtiers and the people assembled saw the goat, they
gave a great cheer, for the beast had helped to dethrone their wicked
Ruler.

"What's goin' to happen to this tough ol' warrior, Trot?" asked Cap'n
Bill. "It's my idee as he's braver than the whole Blue Army put
together."

"You're right, Cap'n," she returned. "I'll have 'Sizzle make a fine
yard for the goat, where he'll have plenty of blue grass to eat. An'
I'll have a pretty fence put around it an' make all the people honor
an' respec' him jus' as long as he lives."

"I'll gladly do that," promised the new Boolooroo, "and I'll feed the
honorable goat all the shavings and leather and tin cans he can eat,
besides the grass. He'll be the happiest goat in Sky Island, I assure
you."

As they led the now-famous animal from the room, the Boolooroo
shuddered and said, "How dare you people give orders in my palace? I'm
the Boolooroo!"

"'Scuse me," said Trot. "I neglected to tell you that you're not the
Boolooroo any more. We've got the Royal Record Book, an' it proves
you've already ruled this country longer than you had any right to.
'Sides all that, I'm the Queen o' Sky Island--which means Queen o' the
Pinkies an' Queen o' the Blues, both of 'em. So things are run as I
say, an' I've made Ghip-Ghisizzle Boolooroo in your place. He'll look
after this end of the Island hereafter, an' unless I'm much mistaken,
he'll do it a heap better than you did."

The former Boolooroo groaned. "What's going to becom