"Dear me!" cried the Wizard; "they must have run away.
The children looked at each other in perplexity, and the Wizard sighed.
"The Wizard of Oz has always been a humbug," agreed Dorothy.
"For the second time?" asked the Wizard, with great interest.
In matters beyond the knowledge of men, as the guilt or innocence of an alleged wizard or a suspected wife, the ordeal by water was used.
"Where is your mother?" asked the Wizard, anxiously looking around.
One Wizard is worth three Sorcerers.
The Wizard told them of the misfortune that had overtaken the wanderers.
Upon Dee's departure the mob, believing him a wizard, broke into his house, and' destroyed a quantity of furniture and books and his chemical apparatus.
During his divination the wizard fell into a state of trance or ecstasy, his soul being held to run at large to pursue its Witch= inquiries.
Oh, I'm a Wizard; you may be sure of that.
Just as good a Wizard as you are a Sorcerer.
The Wizard continued this surprising performance until nine tiny piglets were running about at his feet, all squealing and grunting in a very comical way.
Jim had refused to leave the field of grass, where he was engaged in busily eating; so the Wizard got out of the buggy and joined Zeb and Dorothy, and the kitten followed demurely at their heels.
"Who is this?" asked the Wizard, curiously.
"Probably not," declared the Wizard, nodding.
I think I shall keep this Wizard until a new Sorcerer is ready to pick, for he seems quite skillful and may be of use to us.
She was not at all heavy, so the Wizard and Dorothy managed to lift her gently to the ground.
"We salute your Royal Highness!" cried the Wizard, kneeling and kissing her hand.
In the strict sense of the word I am not a Wizard, but only a humbug.
"Dear me!" murmured the Wizard, looking at his pets in astonishment.
Then the Wizard bent a pin for a hook and took a long piece of string from his pocket for a fish-line.
So, after the Wizard had put the piglets back into his inside pocket, where they cuddled up and went to sleep, the three climbed into the buggy and Jim started back to the town.
"But you are in need of a Sorcerer," said the Wizard, "and not one of those growing is yet ripe enough to pick.
Next the Wizard poured a pool of oil from the can upon the glass floor, where it covered quite a broad surface.
"Now, Princess," exclaimed the Wizard, "those of your advisors who wished to throw us into the Garden of Clinging Vines must step within this circle of light.
"If the Wizard was here," said one of the piglets, sobbing bitterly, "he would not see us suffer so."
As soon as the little girl knew what had happened she awakened the Wizard and Zeb, and at once preparations were made to go to the rescue of Jim and the piglets.
The Wizard carried his satchel, which was quite heavy, and Zeb carried the two lanterns and the oil can.
"Stop, I command you!" cried the Wizard, in an angry tone, and at once began pulling down the rocks to liberate Jim and the piglets.
Dorothy hopped inside the opening to escape being pricked, and Zeb and the Wizard, after enduring a few stabs from the thorns, were glad to follow her.
"Ahem!" said the Wizard, "will somebody please loan me a handkerchief?"
The Wizard reached out, caught the wee creature in his hand, and holding its head between one thumb and finger and its tail between the other thumb and finger he pulled it apart, each of the two parts becoming a whole and separate piglet in an instant.
This the Wizard placed underneath his hat and made a mystic sign above it.
"He will not be a wonderful Wizard long," remarked Gwig.
He began making queer signs and passes toward the Wizard; but the little man did not watch him long.
"Why, he's vegetable!" cried the Wizard, astonished.
"What do you mean by that?" asked the little Wizard, greatly puzzled.
After the Wizard had wiped the dampness from his sword and taken it apart and put the pieces into their leathern case again, the man with the star ordered some of his people to carry the two halves of the Sorcerer to the public gardens.
"It's violet," said the Wizard, who was in the buggy.
The children, feeling sad and despondent, were about to follow him when the Wizard touched Dorothy softly on her shoulder.
No one now seemed to pay any attention to the strangers, so Dorothy and Zeb and the Wizard let the train pass on and then wandered by themselves into the vegetable gardens.