“Stop the top, stop the top!” bellowed Squeaky.
“What’s the matter?” cried Snythergen.
“He’ll be all right in a minute,” said Blasterjinx, taking the top in his hand and winding the string the other way around. When he threw it again it spun in the opposite direction, unwinding Squeaky and as Blasterjinx had said, he was all right in a minute. But he was glad when the top stopped and he could get out.
Snythergen was having such a good time that he forgot why they had come until Sancho Wing flew up to his ear and whispered: “Ask him if there are any bears on the Wreath.”
“I never heard of any,” said Blasterjinx, when the question had been repeated to him. “I am sure you will like the Wreath,” he went on, “for a good friend of yours lives not far from here.”
“How can you know he is a friend of ours?” asked Sancho Wing in surprise. “You do not know who our friends are!”
“I know this man is your friend just the same, but I am not going to tell you who he is because I want it to be a surprise.”
“Have I ever seen him?” said Squeaky.
“I don’t think so,” said Blasterjinx, “but I am sure he has been in Snythergen’s house.”