I am within
And want to look out.”
“All right,” he said, as he glanced through the crack of the door; “no one is near the rock. But a Park policeman is coming in the distance, so we must hurry.”
Harry hastily snatched off Wamby’s hat, and holding it out felt Wamby take it. Of course the elves became invisible the instant the hat was off. Then the door opened, and Harry felt his legs grasped by a number of elfish hands, and he was lifted up bodily and tossed through the opening so violently that he rolled off the rock upon the grass.
When he jumped up, he was sure he heard Wamby’s voice, shouting, “Good-by, Prince Harry!” and it seemed to him that he could see the trap-door just settling into place. But as the Park policeman came up at that moment, he looked away from the rock and began brushing the dust from his clothes. When he reached his room at home, he put the wonderful door-pin, with the jewels Wamby had given him, carefully in a little box. “I have had some surprising adventures,” he thought, “and, at any rate, I have given the Pin Elves a good king.”
CHAPTER VIII.
THE PASSAGE OF THE TOAD.
A few weeks later Harry went to the Park again. When he came to the rock he saw a little green twig sticking in the pin-hole.
“Halloa!” he cried. “Has Wamby got into trouble already? I hope he hasn’t been playing the tyrant himself. Well, at any rate, I must help him, as I promised to do.”
He had neglected to bring the door-pin with him, so he hastened back to get it.
“What else can I take?” he said to himself. “I wish I had a weapon of some kind.”