"It's all roight. I was soon coming after you," said Stoodles. "Everything is fixed."
"How fixed?" inquired the wondering Bob.
"Don't you see," insinuated the smiling Stoodles, with a gracious wave of his hand, "nothing is too good for me or my friends?"
"How did you work it?" asked Bob, feeling perfectly safe and easy now.
"That phonnygraph recited a great spaach of mine. It told the people that they would find their old king, myself, seated on the throne here. Why, lad, when they did find me I could have ousted the new king in a minute. I was magnanimous, though. I only asked some information. I told him he could keep his throne in peace."
The king and his counselors stared at the twain as they conversed, but did not interrupt.
"Whisht, lad!" continued Stoodles, with a chuckle. "They've given me some great information."
"What is it?" asked Bob.
"The Raven crowd are alive. I have found out where they are."
"Good!" said Bob.