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rule over Stratovania while I descend to Ohs and take possession of
that rich and prosperous country. And, sooner than soon, I will
return, bringing you the magic treasure and jewels and the crown
and scepter of this Ohsma!"
"Oh, but you mustn't!" wailed Jellia, clasping her hands desperately.
"Ozma is a real Princess and much more beautiful than I!"
"In that case, I shall bring Ohsma back and make her a Starina
also!" promised Strut.
"Now Hippenscop," he directed, shaking his finger at the odd-looking
page, "you and Junnenrump are to obey Jellia in everything. I'll
leave three Blowmen here to protect our Starina. The others, and all
of my able-bodied fighters, shall fly with me to Ohs."
"The Ozoplane holds only four!" cried Jellia, looking desperately over
at Nick who was struggling angrily to free himself from the
Blowmen. But they had his arms pinioned behind his back, and the
poor Tin Woodman was unable to help himself.
"Oh, that's all right!" answered Strut, "I and this Tin Emperor will
ride in the Friend-ship, and the others will follow on their flying
sticks and soon I will return with all the treasures of Ohs!" As the
Blowmen started away, shoving Nick and the Soldier ahead of them,
Jellia felt so frightened and alone that she burst into tears.
"Oh, please, please—couldn't you leave the Soldier to keep me
company?" she sobbed, wiping her streaming eyes on her sash.
"Of course, if you wish!" Motioning to the Blowmen, they picked up
Wantowin as if he had been a sack of potatoes, and tossed him
roughly back into the Royal Pavilion. He landed with a clatter at
Jellia's feet.
"But see here! I am not sure I can find the way back to Oz!"
protested Nick Chopper as Strut fell into step at his side. "I
happened upon this airosphere by the merest chance, and have no
idea in which direction Oz now lies."
"Just the same—I think you will take me there!" Strut grinned
wickedly, tapping Nick on the shoulder with his staff. He already had
sent Junnenrump to summon the army, and, glancing over his
shoulder, Nick saw a thousand young airmen strutting along behind
them. As they came to the shores of Half Moon Lake, Hippenscop
came panting and gasping into view.
"Her Skyness the new Starina, bade me give you this," he puffed,
handing the Tin Woodman the small oil can the Wizard had given
him at the party. Nick had forgotten all about his oil can and without
it he was likely to rust and become perfectly helpless. Taking it
thankfully from the messenger, he hung it on a hook beneath his
arm and headed reluctantly for the Oztober. Nick had no intention of
flying Strut to the Emerald City. Even if he had to wreck the plane,
he would find some way to keep the greedy airman and his legions
from conquering Oz. Then he would return and rescue Jellia and the
soldier.
But, without a word to Strut, for argument at this point would have
been useless, he mounted the ladder, walked through the cozy cabin
and seated himself in the pilot's chair. Strut paused on the top rung
of the ladder before he entered.
"Follow us closely, men," he commanded gruffly, "no matter how far
or fast we fly." Strut's young warriors raised their flying staffs to
show that they understood, and with a few final directions, the
Stratovanian stepped over the sill, slammed the door of the Oztober
and walked rapidly forward, examining everything with lively
interest.

"So this dragon-body really flys?" he said, bending curiously over the
navigator's table. "Ho, what's this? I thought you told me you had no
way of finding the route back?" Nick Chopper, much more surprised
than Strut, picked up the tidy map that lay on top of the buttons. It
certainly had not been there when he left the plane, but here it was
now, showing the complete course they had taken since leaving the
Emerald City. Concluding this was some of the Wizard's magic, Nick
examined the map attentively. Each turn up or down, each mile east
or west, was charted accurately.
"All you have to do is follow this in reverse," exclaimed Strut.
Unaccustomed as he was to flying except by staff, he was
nevertheless sharp enough to realize the value of a good map when
he saw one. "And remember now—no tricks!" he warned, sternly.
"Land me safely in Ohs and you will be suitably rewarded. But land
me anywhere else and you will be completely obliterated!"
Nick said nothing. Weary of Strut's threats and boasts, the Woodman
touched the button to inflate the Oztober's balloon, and the "up,"
"south" and "fast" buttons. In the whirr and splutter of their take-off,
the Airlander's further remarks and directions were completely
drowned out.
 CHAPTER 9
Jellia in a Frightful Jam

For a long time after the departure of the Tin Woodman and of Strut
and his legions, Jellia sat forlornly on the Star Throne, trying to stem
the tears that coursed slowly down her cheeks. To be stranded on
this high and dangerous airosphere was bad enough, but the
thought of Strut flying off to destroy Ozma and steal all her
treasures was more frightening still.
"What on airth shall we do?" questioned Jellia with a rueful smile, of
the Soldier with Green Whiskers who was tramping morosely up and
down the pavilion. Halting in his march, Wantowin shook his head
dubiously.
"That I cannot say!" he murmured, taking off his cap and staring
gloomily inside. "I have no standing in this country at all! But you,
Jellia, are a Starina. Therefore you must decide what is to be done.
And whatever your Majesty's orders may be, I will carry them out to
the letter. To the letter!" declared Wantowin, standing up very
straight and tall.
"Oh, bother 'my Majesty!'" scolded Jellia. "You know perfectly well I
didn't ask to be a Starina of this terrible place!"
"It is not what you want but what you are, that counts!" insisted the
Soldier, stubbornly. "And there's no getting round it, Jellia, you are a
Starina! So while you are deciding what is to be done, I'll just do a
bit of reconnoitering. It might be well to know the lay of the air!"
"Wait!" cried Jellia as Wantowin started smartly down the steps.
"Whatever you do, Wanny—don't run!" she implored earnestly. "You
might easily run off the edge and then where'd you be? So do please
be careful, and if anything frightens you run straight back here! Do
you promise?"
"Nothing ever frightens me!" said the Soldier in an offended voice.
Marching sternly down the steps he was off at a double-quick,
without even a glance over his shoulder. Feeling more alone than
ever, Jellia sighed and folded her hands in her lap. But Wantowin's
words, foolish as they were, had done her good. After all she was a
Starina, for the time being anyway. So, straightening her crown, and
drying her tears, Jellia tried to think how she should act under such
bewildering circumstances. How would Ozma act, for instance, if she
were sitting on the throne of this singular airtry? Even thinking of
the gentle and dignified little Girl Ruler of Oz, steadied Jellia. Holding
her head very high, she stepped down from the dais and began
pacing slowly up and down the pavilion, switching her green skirts in
such a regal manner that the two messengers who had returned
quietly to their posts, stared at her with new interest and admiration.
"Is there anything we might bring your Strajesty?" asked
Junnenrump, bowing from the waist and clicking his heels smartly
together. At his question Jellia paused and eyed the two,
speculatively.
"Why, yes," she decided after a moment's thought. "You,
Junnenrump, may send some one to amuse me, and you,
Hippenscop, may bring me two of those winged staffs. It is neither
safe nor proper for a Starina and her Army to be without them!"
"But, your Skyness!" Hippenscop leaped into the air and spun round
and round in an agony of embarrassment. "There are no extra
staffs!" he blurted, finally coming to a stop before her. The little
fellow looked so distressed, Jellia was on the point of letting him off.
Then, remembering just in time that she was bound to be obeyed,
she raised her arm.
"Go!" she commanded haughtily. "And do not return without two
winged staffs!" Junnenrump already had started, and at Jellia's stern
command Hippenscop backed dejectedly down the steps, his eyes
bulging with dismay and consternation.
"If Wanny and I had flying sticks, we'd at least be as well off as the
rest of these Airlanders," reasoned Jellia, resuming her walk. "But
what funny names," she mused, as the messengers disappeared in
two different directions and at two different speeds. "They make me
think of—" here Jellia took a little run and jump, following it with a
skip and a hop. "I suppose" she continued, talking conversationally
to herself, "that is what their names really mean, everything is so
mixed up here." Regaining her throne in one long slide, Jellia
brought up with a slight start. This, she decided, was no way for a
Starina to act. Smoothing down her dress, she walked sedately to
Strut's throne and reached underneath. The real reason she had got
rid of the messengers, of course, was so she could recover the kit-
bag and have a chance to examine its contents without being
observed. The cheer gas had saved them on one occasion, and
perhaps there was magic powerful enough to enable her and the
Soldier to escape from the airosphere before Strut returned. The bag
was still there and snatching it up in her arms, Jellia climbed back on
the throne. But just as she was about to zip it open, Junnenrump
bounded up the steps of the pavilion, dragging a lean old Skylander
by the hand.
"His Majesty's Piper!" announced Junnenrump, giving the Piper a
shove forward and seating himself expectantly on the messenger's
bench. Jellia was annoyed to have Junnenrump return so soon. But
since she had sent for someone to amuse her, she could not very
well object. So, resting her chin in her hand she looked curiously at
the royal Piper. The old Skylander was tremendously tall and thin.
His tunic was short and plaited, and under his arms he carried a pair
of enormous bag pipes. Jellia never had cared for bag pipes, but on
an airosphere she supposed wind instruments such as this naturally
would be popular. The Piper, however, did not immediately play on
his pipes. Instead he struck a few light and pleasant chords on the
top buttons of his tunic.

"Shall I do a buck and wing, or a little Skyland fling?

Shall I sing a little sing, for you, Dear?"

bawled the Piper cheerfully. He looked so funny that Jellia burst out
laughing. Thus encouraged, the Piper proceeded to sing,
punctuating his song with extraordinary leaps and toe tappings.

"When we Skylanders feel low, we just

Dance the stratispho;
Step it high, kick and fly, toss the
Partner up ski-high. High HO!

"Would you care to try it?" he asked politely, holding out his hand to
Jellia.
"No, No! Not today!" gasped the Oz maid, backing as far as the star
throne would allow. "But I've really enjoyed watching you very
much, and your singing is lovely," she added, generously.
"Ah, but wait until you hear me play," puffed the Piper. Raising his
pipes he blew forth such a hurricane of whistles, squeals and fierce
thunderings that poor Jellia clapped both hands to her ears. "Tell
him to go away," she screamed above the awful din, wildly
motioning to Junnenrump who was tapping his foot in time to the
pipes and looking highly diverted. "Tell him to come back tomorrow."
The fierce music of the bag pipes had brought airlanders running
from every direction. Crowding round the pavilion they waved and
bowed to the new Starina. Realizing she never would have any
privacy under the Imperial Canopy, Jellia slipped off her throne. The
messenger had the Piper by the tunic tails and was easing him
gently down the steps. Jellia waited till they reached the bottom,
then, as all the airlanders began to run after the still furiously
pumping piper, Jellia started in the opposite direction. Surely
somewhere, she thought, clutching the kit-bag close to her,
somewhere she could find a quiet corner or cave or clump of bushes
where she could examine the contents of the Wizard's bag without
interruption.

So anxious was Jellia to be by herself, she broke into a run. Failing to

notice a crystal bar stretched across the path, she tripped and fell
violently up a tune tree. Falling down is bad enough, but falling up is
worse still. Jellia not only had barked her shins on the crystal bar,
but had bounced into the air so high she lost her breath and plunged
down so abruptly among the top branches of the tune tree that she
was somewhat scratched and shaken. She knew it must be a tune
tree because plump black notes grew in clusters like cherries
between the leaves. Several, dislodged by her fall, broke into gay
little arias and chords. At any other time Jellia would have been
quite interested, but now she was too agitated and upset to care.
"Such a country—or airtry!" groaned the Oz maid, rubbing her left
ankle and her right knee. "One can't even fall down in their own
way!" Parting the branches the ruffled little girl looked crossly out. It
was quite a long way to the ground, but nevertheless Jellia decided
to climb down. But suddenly it occurred to her that the top of the
tune tree was as good a place as any, to open the kit-bag. Easing
herself to a larger limb, she balanced the bag carefully in her lap and
stretched out her hand to pull the tail. Then a piercing scream and
the thump of a hundred footsteps made her draw it back in a hurry.
Parting the branches of the tree for a second time, she saw
Wantowin Battles running toward her like the wind.
"Help! Help! Save me!" yelled the Soldier with Green Whiskers. And
he had reason to yell for just two leaps behind him panted Kabebe,
waving an enormous crystal rolling-pin. After the Queen pounded
the three big Blowmen, and after the Blowmen came nearly a
hundred men, women, and children. Before Jellia had time even to
guess why they were chasing the Army, Wantowin tripped over the
same crystal bar that had caused her upfall, and landed with a
terrific grunt in the branches beside her, scattering half and quarter-
notes in every direction. The Airlanders stopped short and watched
with breathless interest as the Soldier disappeared into the thick
foliage of the tune tree.
"What's the matter? What happened?" whispered Jellia reaching out
to steady the soldier who was bouncing wildly up and down on a
nearby limb.
"YOU?" gasped Wantowin, almost losing his balance at the shock of
seeing her. "Oh, Jellia! We must leave at once! At ONCE! As I was
passing the cooking caves, Kabebe rushed out and grabbed me. She
has decided to blow us away most any minute now. She has
persuaded the Airlanders that Strut is lost and never will return. Oh
why, WHY, did we ever fly to this terrible place?"
"Be quiet!" hissed Jellia, frightened almost out of her wits at this
new turn of affairs. "How can I think with you making all that
noise?"
"Come down! Come down!" bawled Kabebe. "Come down before I
shake you down!" Grasping the trunk of the tune tree she gave it a
playful shake.
Rolling his eyes up, the Soldier glanced desperately at Jellia, and
Jellia, as desperately, glanced back.
"You might as well go down," she whispered resignedly, as the
Queen gave the tree a tremendous shake that nearly dislodged them
both.
"Not without you," shivered Wantowin, hugging his branch for dear
life.
"Oh, well—let's get it over with," said Jellia despairingly. "Blowing
away may not be so bad, and I'd rather do anything than stay up
here." Tucking the kit-bag under one arm, Jellia swung herself down
by the other and dropped lightly to the ground.
"What is the meaning of this outrageous behavior?" she demanded,
as Wantowin dropped fearfully beside her. "His Majesty shall hear of
this, I promise you!"
Kabebe, astonished to see Jellia as well as the Soldier with Green
Whiskers drop out of the tree, took a hasty step backward. Jellia
quickly followed up her advantage. "I'm amazed!" she said sternly. "I
thought you knew that I was to help you rule while King Strut is
away!" At this bold speech, Wantowin looked at Jellia in round-eyed
admiration. Though her cheeks were scratched and her crown
slightly askew, the little Waiting Maid looked every inch a ruler's
helper, if not a ruler. Even the Blowmen began to shift uneasily from
one foot to the other, their mouths falling open at Jellia's indignation.
But Kabebe raised both arms and fairly screeched at the little Oz
Maid.
"How dare you speak to me like that?" she shrieked. "King Strut is
lost and never will return! I am Queen here—and I don't need your
help! Blowmen! Seize this impudent pair, march them to the edge of
the cliffs and blow them away." The crowd of Stratovanians looked
uncertainly from Kabebe to Jellia.
"His Highness left you here to protect me!" Jellia reminded them
sternly. But even as she spoke, she knew they had decided to obey
Kabebe. She was flashing her star eyes so threateningly, and waving
her winged stick so close to their heads, that the Blowmen were
afraid to defy her.
"Come along, now," grumbled the first Blowman, taking Jellia
roughly by the arm. "You've made enough trouble here!"
The other two Blowmen seized the trembling Soldier and began
marching sternly toward the edge of Strut's Skyland. Jellia pulled
back with all her strength, as also did Wantowin, but, hustled along
by the huge Skylanders, they could do little to help themselves.
Relentlessly, with the jeering citizens of Stratovania running along
after them, the unfortunate Oz pair was dragged on.
"Just wait till your Master hears about this," sobbed Jellia, as the
Blowmen shoved them as near to the edge of the cliffs as they dared
go themselves. Then they stepped back to lift their horns. Jellia had
managed to retain her hold on the Wizard's kit-bag, but even so she
felt that their last moment had come.
Jellia gave a final sad little wave to the Soldier, who really was quite
brave now that his doom had arrived. The Blowmen pointed their
horns straight at them, but before they even could inflate their
cheeks, a fierce roar and splutter from the clouds caused every head
to turn upwards.
"The ship—the ship! The flying ship!" cried the First Blowman, letting
his horn fall disregarded to the ground.
"It's Strut!" screamed the Stratovanians, treading on one another's
toes in their sudden frenzy to be out of sight of their Master when
he landed.
"'Tis the Master himself!" cried the first Blowman, yanking Jellia and
the Soldier back from the edge of the Skyland. Pulling Kabebe along
with them, the Blowmen ran as never before, closely followed by
Strut's scurrying subjects. One moment later there was not a single
airbody in sight. Convinced that their cruel and brilliant ruler had
returned, they ran like rabbits. Some even flew, helping themselves
along with their winged staffs, while Jellia, sinking on a large, crystal
boulder, stared dazedly at the silver-bodied plane dropping rapidly
toward them.
"It can't be the Oztober!" cried Jellia, delightedly. "It couldn't have
come back so soon!"
"It's not!" cried Wantowin Battles, tossing up his cap and waving his
arms exuberantly. "It's the other one, the Ozpril, and that means—"
In his extreme excitement, the Soldier tripped over a balloon bush
and fell seven feet into the air. "It means the Wizard himself has
come to help us," sputtered Wantowin, blinking rapidly as he landed
hard on the rock beside the young Oz maid. "Three cheers, Jellia!
The Wizard of Oz has saved us!"
 CHAPTER 10
The Wizard in Stratovania!

It was indeed the Ozpril, just as the Soldier with Green Whiskers had
said. Even at a distance, Jellia could spell out the name on the
gleaming body and, as the silvery plane came swooping toward
them, she could not repress a shout of joy.
Too exhausted by the dreadful ordeal she had just been through to
run to meet the ship, she jerked off her scarf and waved it wildly
over her head.
About ten feet from the crystal boulder on which she had been
sitting, the Ozpril came to a gentle and perfect landing. Scarcely had
the whirr and sputter of its engine died away before the door of the
cabin burst open and down climbed the little Wizard of Oz, followed
by Dorothy and the Scarecrow. The Cowardly Lion, last of all, had
difficulty fitting his paws on the rungs and, after a trembling
descent, rolled over on his back, his four feet straight up in the air.
The trip had not agreed with the Cowardly Lion at all. Weak and
dizzy, he made no attempt to rise.
"Here you are at last!" cried the Wizard happily, rushing over to Jellia
and seizing both of her hands. "So THIS is where you've been! Well I
must say it's a fine place. Why it's beautiful, beautiful!" Swinging
round so he could look in all directions, the Wizard positively glowed
with interest and enthusiasm.
"What's so beautiful about it?" growled the lion without turning over.
"Is there any grass? Are there any trees? Is there anything to eat?"
Dorothy, on the point of embracing Jellia, gave a little scream, for
the Tell-all-escope, which she had picked up just before leaving the
plane, was making terse announcements. At this point it happened
to be pointed at Jellia. Clearing its throat it remarked in a superior
way: "You are now looking at Miss Jellia Jam, formerly of Oz, at
present new Starina of the Strat, by edict of Strutoovious the
Seventh. Miss Jellia Jam, Starina of Stratovania! Period! Stop, drop
or point elsewhere!"
"Why, Jellia!" gasped Dorothy, letting the Tell-all-escope fall with a
crash, "are you, really? Oh my! I don't suppose you'll ever want to
return to Oz, now. Why, you must be having a wonderful time!"
"Humph!" sniffed Jellia, with a slightly wan smile. "If being pinched,
chased and nearly blown to atoms is having a wonderful time, then I
guess I've been having it all right!"

"Tell me," requested the Scarecrow, who had been walking in a slow
circle around Jellia. "Does one prostrate oneself before a Starina, or
does one merely kiss her hand?"
"Neither," laughed Jellia. Jumping up she gave the Scarecrow such a
hug he was out of shape for hours. "But quick!—Let's all hop in the
Ozpril and fly away before something terrible happens."
"Fly away?" cried the Wizard, shoving back his high hat. "But, my
dear—we've only just come! I've been flying all night and need a
little rest and refreshment before we start off again. Besides, I would
like to see more of this interesting airland and its people, and add to
my data on the Strata."
"That's what Nick thought," observed Jellia, putting both hands on
her hips. "And look what happened to him!"
"What did happen to him?" demanded the Wizard, realizing for the
first time that Nick was not among those present.
"You tell him," sighed Jellia to the Soldier. Sinking back on the
boulder she held her aching head in both hands. All eyes turned
toward the Soldier with Green Whiskers who opened and closed his
mouth several times without saying a word. The Wizard, now
thoroughly alarmed, began shaking him on one side and the
Scarecrow on the other, until finally Wantowin took a tremendous
swallow and gave them the whole story.
When the narrator reached the part where Strut had ordered Nick
and him blown away, the Scarecrow hurried over to the balloon bush
and began picking the almost ripe balloons as fast as his clumsy
cotton fingers would permit. Not till he had about twenty did he
even pause. So light and flimsy was the straw man that the bunch of
balloons on their long stems kept jerking him into the air. After each
jerk he would give a little grunt of satisfaction.

"These are just to keep me aloft—in case of accidents," he explained

hastily to Dorothy who was watching him intently.
"But what of us?" asked the little girl, looking anxiously toward the
Canopied City which, at present, seemed absolutely deserted.
"You say that this wretched Strut, after naming Jellia Starina, forced
Nick to fly him to Oz?" exclaimed the Wizard, grasping Wantowin
Battles by both arms and gazing into his face.
"Not only that," Wantowin told him hoarsely, "but he's taken his
Blowmen and a thousand fighting men to conquer the country! He
intends to bring back Ozma's crown, scepter, jewels and all the
treasures in our castle!" finished the Soldier, dolefully.
"Oh, can't we do something Wizard?" cried Jellia determinedly. "I
simply won't be Starina! I won't! I WON'T!"
"Just the same—you make a very pretty one," murmured the
Scarecrow, patting the little Oz Maid consolingly on the shoulder.
"But of course, we cannot allow this bounding airlander to take Oz!"
"If Nick had not 'taken possession' of Stratovania for Ozma, he'd
never have thought of it," groaned Jellia. Rising stiffly, she picked up
the kit-bag from the crystal rock beside her.
"Ah—so you still have my magic kitty!" In spite of his anxiety the
Wizard smiled.
"Indeed I have," said Jellia firmly. "It saved us from being blown
away. I used some of your cheer gas, Wiz, but I didn't have time to
try out any of the other magic. Here, you'd better take it now and do
let's be starting. No telling when Kabebe and those three Blowmen
will be coming back."
"Forward march! Forward march!" Wantowin Battles started off all by
himself for the Ozpril. "Hurry, hurry!" he called over his shoulder. "If
those fearful people return they'll surely make trouble!" yelled the
Soldier, his voice growing more emphatic.
"Well, it's certainly a mix-up," said Dorothy, moving closer to the
Wizard.
"What do these people look like, Jellia?" she asked curiously. "Really
I'd enjoy seeing a few."
"They look like nothing you ever have imagined!" Jellia told her with
a slight shudder. "Goochers! Here come some now! And oh—it's
those Blowmen—and all the others! Look, Wizard! Could we reach
the Ozpril before they reach us?"
"Let's not try," decided the Wizard, as the Blowmen broke into a run.
"Even if we made the plane, they might blow us to bits before I
could get her started. Let's stay here and reason with them till I find
something in this bag to help us."
"Oh, woe is we! Oh, woe is we!" gulped the Scarecrow, taking little
runs and leaps into the air, hopeful that his balloons would lift him
out of the danger zone as the threatening company drew closer. The
Queen was marching grimly ahead of her subjects. In some way,
decided Jellia, she had discovered Strut had not been in the silver
plane. As the Wizard opened his kit bag the little Oz Maid rushed
over to the Cowardly Lion.