It was a two days journey from Jack Pumkinhead’s house to the edge of the Quadling Country, for neither Dorothy nor Ojo could walk very fast and they often stopped by the wayside to rest. The first night they slept on the broad fields, among the buttercups and daisies, and the Scarecrow covered the children with a gauze blanket taken from his knapsack, so they would not be chilled by the night air. Toward evening of the second day they reached a sandy plain where walking was difficult; but some distance before them they saw a group of palm trees, with many curious black dots under them; so they trudged bravely on to reach that place by dark and spend the night under the shelter of the trees.

  The black dots grew larger as they advanced and although the light was dim Dorothy thought they looked like big kettles turned upside down. Just beyond this place a jumble of huge, jagged rocks lay scattered, rising to the mountains behind them.

  Our travelers preferred to attempt to climb these rocks by daylight, and they realized that for a time this would be their last night on the plains.

  Twilight had fallen by the time they came to the trees, beneath which were the black, circular objects they had marked from a distance. Dozens of them were scattered around and Dorothy bent near to one, which was about as tall as she was, to examine it more closely. As she did so the top flew open and out popped a dusky creature, rising its length into the air and then plumping down upon the ground just beside the little girl. Another and another popped out of the circular, pot-like dwelling, while from all the other black objects came popping more creatures—very like jumping-jacks when their boxes are unhooked—until fully a hundred stood gathered around our little group of travelers.

  By this time Dorothy had discovered they were people, tiny and curiously formed, but still people. Their skins were dusky and their hair stood straight up, like wires, and was brilliant scarlet in color. Their bodies were bare except for skins fastened around their waists and they wore bracelets on their ankles and wrists, and necklaces, and great pendant earrings.

  Toto crouched beside his mistress and wailed as if he did not like these strange creatures a bit. Scraps began to mutter something about “hoppity, poppity, jumpity, dump!” but no one paid any attention to her. Ojo kept close to the Scarecrow and the Scarecrow kept close to Dorothy; but the little girl turned to the queer creatures and asked:

  “Who are you?”

  They answered this question all together, in a sort of chanting chorus, the words being as follows:

  “We’re the jolly Tottenhots;

  We do not like the day,

  But in the night ‘tis our delight

  To gambol, skip and play.

  “We hate the sun and from it run,

  The moon is cool and clear,

  So on this spot each Tottenhot

  Waits for it to appear.

  “We’re ev’ry one chock full of fun,

  And full of mischief, too;

  But if you’re gay and with us play

  We’ll do no harm to you.

  “Glad to meet you, Tottenhots,” said the Scarecrow solemnly. “But you mustn’t expect us to play with you all night, for we’ve traveled all day and some of us are tired.”

  “And we never gamble,” added the Patchwork Girl. “It’s against the Law.”

  These remarks were greeted with shouts of laughter by the impish creatures and one seized the Scarecrow’s arm and was astonished to find the straw man whirl around so easily. So the Tottenhot raised the Scarecrow high in the air and tossed him over the heads of the crowd. Some one caught him and tossed him back, and so with shouts of glee they continued throwing the Scarecrow here and there, as if he had been a basket-ball.

  Presently another imp seized Scraps and began to throw her about, in the same way. They found her a little heavier than the Scarecrow but still light enough to be tossed like a sofa-cushion, and they were enjoying the sport immensely when Dorothy, angry and indignant at the treatment her friends were receiving, rushed among the Tottenhots and began slapping and pushing them until she had rescued the Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl and held them close on either side of her. Perhaps she would not have accomplished this victory so easily had not Toto helped her, barking and snapping at the bare legs of the imps until they were glad to flee from his attack. As for Ojo, some of the creatures had attempted to toss him, also, but finding his body too heavy they threw him to the ground and a row of the imps sat on him and held him from assisting Dorothy in her battle.

  The little brown folks were much surprised at being attacked by the girl and the dog, and one or two who had been slapped hardest began to cry. Then suddenly they gave a shout, all together, and disappeared in a flash into their various houses, the tops of which closed with a series of pops that sounded like a bunch of firecrackers being exploded.

  The adventurers now found themselves alone, and Dorothy asked anxiously:

  “Is anybody hurt?”

  “Not me,” answered the Scarecrow. “They have given my straw a good shaking up and taken all the lumps out of it. I am now in splendid condition and am really obliged to the Tottenhots for their kind treatment.”

  “I feel much the same way,” said Scraps. “My cotton stuffing had sagged a good deal with the day’s walking and they’ve loosened it up until I feel as plump as a sausage. But the play was a little rough and I’d had quite enough of it when you interfered.”

  “Six of them sat on me,” said Ojo, “but as they are so little they didn’t hurt me much.”

  Just then the roof of the house in front of them opened and a Tottenhot stuck his head out, very cautiously, and looked at the strangers.

  “Can’t you take a joke?” he asked, reproachfully; “haven’t you any fun in you at all?”

  “If I had such a quality,” replied the Scarecrow, “your people would have knocked it out of me. But I don’t bear grudges. I forgive you.”

  “So do I,” added Scraps. “That is, if you behave yourselves after this.”

  “It was just a little rough-house, that’s all,” said the Tottenhot. “But the question is not if we will behave, but if you will behave? We can’t be shut up here all night, because this is our time to play; nor do we care to come out and be chewed up by a savage beast or slapped by an angry girl. That slapping hurts like sixty; some of my folks are crying about it. So here’s the proposition: you let us alone and we’ll let you alone.”

  “You began it,” declared Dorothy.

  “Well, you ended it, so we won’t argue the matter. May we come out again? Or are you still cruel and slappy?”

  “Tell you what we’ll do,” said Dorothy. “We’re all tired and want to sleep until morning. If you’ll let us get into your house, and stay there until daylight, you can play outside all you want to.”

  “That’s a bargain!” cried the Tottenhot eagerly, and he gave a queer whistle that brought his people popping out of their houses on all sides. When the house before them was vacant, Dorothy and Ojo leaned over the hole and looked in, but could see nothing because it was so dark. But if the Tottenhots slept there all day the children thought they could sleep there at night, so Ojo lowered himself down and found it was not very deep.

  “There’s a soft cushion all over,” said he. “Come on in.”

  Dorothy handed Toto to the boy and then climbed in herself. After her came Scraps and the Scarecrow, who did not wish to sleep but preferred to keep out of the way of the mischievous Tottenhots.

  There seemed no furniture in the round den, but soft cushions were strewn about the floor and these they found made very comfortable beds. They did not close the hole in the roof but left it open to admit air. It also admitted the shouts and ceaseless laughter of the impish Tottenhots as they played outside, but Dorothy and Ojo, being weary from their journey, were soon fast asleep.

  Toto kept an eye open, however, and uttered low, threatening growls whenever the racket made by the creatures outside became too boisterous; and the Scarecrow and the Patchwork Girl sat leaning against the wall and talked in whispers all night long. No one disturbed the travelers until daylight, when in popped the Tottenhot who owned the place and invited them to vacate his premises.

  Chapter Twenty.The Captive Yoop

  As they were preparing to leave, Dorothy asked: “Can you tell us where there is a dark well?”

  “Never heard of such a thing,” said the Tottenhot. “We live our lives in the dark, mostly, and sleep in the daytime; but we’ve never seen a dark well, or anything like one.”

  “Does anyone live on those mountains beyond here?” asked the Scarecrow.

  “Lots of people. But you’d better not visit them. We never go there,” was the reply.

  “What are the people like?” Dorothy inquired.

  “Can’t say. We’ve been told to keep away from the mountain paths, and so we obey. This sandy desert is good enough for us, and we’re not disturbed here,” declared the Tottenhot.

  So they left the man snuggling down to sleep in his dusky dwelling, and went out into the sunshine, taking the path that led toward the rocky places. They soon found it hard climbing, for the rocks were uneven and full of sharp points and edges, and now there was no path at all. Clambering here and there among the boulders they kept steadily on, gradually rising higher and higher until finally they came to a great rift in a part of the mountain, where the rock seemed to have split in two and left high walls on either side.

  “S’pose we go this way,” suggested Dorothy; “it’s much easier walking than to climb over the hills.”

  “How about that sign?” asked Ojo.

  “What sign?” she inquired.

  The Munchkin boy pointed to some words painted on the wall of rock beside them, which Dorothy had not noticed. The words read:

  “LOOK OUT FOR YOOP.”

  The girl eyed this sign a moment and turned to the Scarecrow, asking:

  “Who is Yoop; or what is Yoop?”

  The straw man shook his head. Then looked at Toto and the dog said “Woof!”

  “Only way to find out is to go on,” said Scraps.

  This being quite true, they went on. As they proceeded, the walls of rock on either side grew higher and higher. Presently they came upon another sign which read:

  “BEWARE THE CAPTIVE YOOP.”

  “Why, as for that,” remarked Dorothy, “if Yoop is a captive there’s no need to beware of him. Whatever Yoop happens to be, I’d much rather have him a captive than running around loose.”

  “So had I,” agreed the Scarecrow, with a nod of his painted head.

  “Still,” said Scraps, reflectively:

  “Yoop-te-hoop-te-loop-te-goop!

  Who put noodles in the soup?

  We may beware but we don’t care,

  And dare go where we scare the Yoop.”

  “Dear me! Aren’t you feeling a little queer, just now?” Dorothy asked the Patchwork Girl.

  “Not queer, but crazy,” said Ojo. “When she says those things I’m sure her brains get mixed somehow and work the wrong way.

  “I don’t see why we are told to beware the Yoop unless he is dangerous,” observed the Scarecrow in a puzzled tone.

  “Never mind; we’ll find out all about him when we get to where he is,” replied the little girl.

  The narrow canyon turned and twisted this way and that, and the rift was so small that they were able to touch both walls at the same time by stretching out their arms. Toto had run on ahead, frisking playfully, when suddenly he uttered a sharp bark of fear and came running back to them with his tail between his legs, as dogs do when they are frightened.

  “Ah,” said the Scarecrow, who was leading the way, “we must be near Yoop.”

  Just then, as he rounded a sharp turn, the Straw man stopped so suddenly that all the others bumped against him.

  “What is it?” asked Dorothy, standing on tip-toes to look over his shoulder. But then she saw what it was and cried “Oh!” in a tone of astonishment.

  In one of the rock walls—that at their left—was hollowed a great cavern, in front of which was a row of thick iron bars, the tops and bottoms being firmly fixed in the solid rock. Over this cavern was a big sign, which Dorothy read with much curiosity, speaking the words aloud that all might know what they said:

  “MISTER YOOP—HIS CAVE

  The Largest Untamed Giant in Captivity.

  Height, 21 Feet.—(And yet he has but 2 feet.)

  Weight, 1640 Pounds.—(But he waits all the time.)

  Age, 400 Years ‘and Up’ (as they say in the

  Department Store advertisements).

  Temper, Fierce and Ferocious.—(Except when asleep.)

  Appetite, Ravenous.—(Prefers Meat People and

  Orange Marmalade.)

  STRANGERS APPROACHING THIS CAVE DO SO AT THEIR

  OWN PERIL!

  P.S.—Don’t feed the Giant yourself.”

  “Very well,” said Ojo, with a sigh; “let’s go back.”

  “It’s a long way back,” declared Dorothy.

  “So it is,” remarked the Scarecrow, “and it means a tedious climb over those sharp rocks if we can’t use this passage. I think it will be best to run by the Giant’s cave as fast as we can go. Mister Yoop seems to be asleep just now.”

  But the Giant wasn’t asleep. He suddenly appeared at the front of his cavern, seized the iron bars in his great hairy hands and shook them until they rattled in their sockets. Yoop was so tall that our friends had to tip their heads way back to look into his face, and they noticed he was dressed all in pink velvet, with silver buttons and braid. The Giant’s boots were of pink leather and had tassels on them and his hat was decorated with an enormous pink ostrich feather, carefully curled.

  “Yo-ho!” he said in a deep bass voice; “I smell dinner.”

  “I think you are mistaken,” replied the Scarecrow. “There is no orange marmalade around here.”

  “Ah, but I eat other things,” asserted Mister Yoop. “That is, I eat them when I can get them. But this is a lonely place, and no good meat has passed by my cave for many years; so I’m hungry.”

  “Haven’t you eaten anything in many years?” asked Dorothy.

  “Nothing except six ants and a monkey. I thought the monkey would taste like meat people, but the flavor was different. I hope you will taste better, for you seem plump and tender.”

  “Oh, I’m not going to be eaten,” said Dorothy.

  “Why not?”

  “I shall keep out of your way,” she answered.

  “How heartless!” wailed the Giant, shaking the bars again. “Consider how many years it is since I’ve eaten a single plump little girl! They tell me meat is going up, but if I can manage to catch you I’m sure it will soon be going down. And I’ll catch you if I can.”

  With this the Giant pushed his big arms, which looked like tree-trunks (except that tree-trunks don’t wear pink velvet) between the iron bars, and the arms were so long that they touched the opposite wall of the rock passage. Then he extended them as far as he could reach toward our travelers and found he could almost touch the Scarecrow—but not quite.

  “Come a little nearer, please,” begged the Giant.

  “I’m a Scarecrow.”

  “A Scarecrow? Ugh! I don’t care a straw for a scarecrow. Who is that bright-colored delicacy behind you?”

  “Me?” asked Scraps. “I’m a Patchwork Girl, and I’m stuffed with cotton.”

  “Dear me,” sighed the Giant in a disappointed tone; “that reduces my dinner from four to two—and the dog. I’ll save the dog for dessert.”

  Toto growled, keeping a good distance away.

  “Back up,” said the Scarecrow to those behind him. “Let us go back a little way and talk this over.”

  So they turned and went around the bend in the passage, where they were out of sight of the cave and Mister Yoop could not hear them.

  “My idea,” began the Scarecrow, when they had halted, “is to make a dash past the cave, going on a run.”

  “He’d grab us,” said Dorothy.

  “Well, he can’t grab but one at a time, and I’ll go first. As soon as he grabs me the rest of you can slip past him, out of his reach, and he will soon let me go because I am not fit to eat.”

  They decided to try this plan and Dorothy took Toto in her arms, so as to protect him. She followed just after the Scarecrow. Then came Ojo, with Scraps the last of the four. Their hearts beat a little faster than usual as they again approached the Giant’s cave, this time moving swiftly forward.

  It turned out about the way the Scarecrow had planned. Mister Yoop was quite astonished to see them come flying toward him, and thrusting his arms between the bars he seized the Scarecrow in a firm grip. In the next instant he realized, from the way the straw crunched between his fingers, that he had captured the non-eatable man, but during that instant of delay Dorothy and Ojo had slipped by the Giant and were out of reach. Uttering a howl of rage the monster threw the Scarecrow after them with one hand and grabbed Scraps with the other.

  The poor Scarecrow went whirling through the air and so cleverly was he aimed that he struck Ojo’s back and sent the boy tumbling head over heels, and he tripped Dorothy and sent her, also, sprawling upon the ground. Toto flew out of the little girl’s arms and landed some distance ahead, and all were so dazed that it was a moment before they could scramble to their feet again. When they did so they turned to look toward the Giant’s cave, and at that moment the ferocious Mister Yoop threw the Patchwork Girl at them.

  Down went all three again, in a heap, with Scraps on top. The Giant roared so terribly that for a time they were afraid he had broken loose; but he hadn’t. So they sat in the road and looked at one another in a rather bewildered way, and then began to feel glad.