“Well!” muttered Wamby, “no wonder we couldn’t find it! Who would ever think of looking for a door there?”
He inserted the pin, and pressing upon it thrice, repeated:
“Pin, pin,
Trusty and stout,
We are within
And want to get out.”
But no door opened. Again he pressed the pin and repeated the words, and again there was no response.
“Are those the right words for this door, Smithkin?” he asked of the soldier.
“Yes,” said Smithkin; “try again.”
He did so a number of times, but all in vain. At last he turned to Smithkin with a suspicious look, and cried, “You are deceiving us, you villain!”