Once more he muttered with closed lips.
The King Toad slowly raised one foot. Before it reached the ground again the Natterjack had vanished. So had the fire-toads, but in different fashion. Where they had been were now two spotted toadstools.
"That's a queer trick," said the King meditatively. "Orange underneath I see. Risky to eat without inquiries. Come back, Natterjack."
The Salamander had not moved an Inch
Two yellow eyes were peeping round a dock-leaf. The Natterjack slouched low in the Presence.
"Have you seen this trick before?" said the King Toad coldly.
"I have, Sire," said the Natterjack.
"Do it yourself," said the King Toad.
"Alas, Sire," said the Natterjack, "I am too stout."