"How dreadful!" exclaimed Twink, shuddering.
"And I suppose he never meant for me to return to the Land of Oz," said the Shaggy Man.
"Oh, no," replied Twiffle. "Conjo wanted your magic Compass badly, because it possesses a kind of magic that he knows nothing about. I believe he meant to transport you to the Land of Ev, where you could find your way back to Oz as best you could."
"But now," said Twink happily, "the Airmobile will take us all to the Land of Oz."
Twiffle shook his head. "No," he said, "I'm afraid it won't. Conjo is a clever wizard of sorts, but he is not powerful enough to invent a machine that will fly across the Deadly Desert."
"You mean this contraption won't carry us over the desert and back to Oz?" the Shaggy Man asked, greatly disturbed.
"No," said Twiffle. "I have heard of powerful birds managing to fly high enough to cross the Deadly Desert, but I know of no magic that can penetrate the barrier of invisibility that Glinda the Good spread across the deadly waste many years ago—certainly not Conjo's magic!"
"Then what shall we do?" asked the Shaggy Man.