girl and the mule.
“What Law?” asked Betsy.
“The Law of the Rose Kingdom. No strangers are allowed in these domains.”
“Not when they’re shipwrecked?” she inquired.
“The Law doesn’t except shipwrecks,” replied the Royal Gardener, and he was about to say more when suddenly there was a crash of glass and a man came tumbling through the roof of the greenhouse and fell plump to the ground.
CHAPTER 6
Shaggy Seeks his Stray Brother
THIS sudden arrival was a queer looking man, dressed all in garments so shaggy that Betsy at first thought he must be some animal. But the stranger ended his fall in a sitting position and then the girl saw it was really a man. He held an apple in his hand, which he had evidently been eating when he fell, and so little was he jarred or flustered by the accident that he continued to munch this apple as he calmly looked around him.
“Good gracious!” exclaimed Betsy, approaching him. “Who are you, and where did you come from?”
“Me? Oh, I’m Shaggy Man,” said he, taking another bite of the apple. “Just dropped in for a short call. Excuse my seeming haste.”
“Why, I s’pose you couldn’t help the haste,” said Betsy.
“No. I climbed an apple tree, outside; branch gave way and – here I am.”
As he spoke the Shaggy Man finished his apple, gave the core to Hank – who ate it greedily – and then stood up to bow politely to Betsy and the Roses.
The Royal Gardener had been frightened nearly into fits by the crash of glass and the fall of the shaggy stranger into the bower of Roses, but now he peeped out from behind a bush and cried in his squeaky voice:
“You’re breaking the Law! You’re breaking the Law!”
Shaggy stared at him solemnly.
“Is the glass the Law in this country?” he asked.
“Breaking the glass is breaking the Law,” squeaked the Gardener, angrily. “Also, to intrude in any part of the Rose Kingdom is breaking the Law.”
“How do you know?” asked Shaggy.
“Why, it’s printed in a book,” said the Gardener, coming forward and taking a small book from his pocket. “Page thirteen. Here it is: ‘If any stranger enters the Rose Kingdom he shall at once be condemned by the Ruler and put to death.’ So you see, strangers,” he continued triumphantly, “it’s death for you all and your time has come!”
But just here Hank interposed. He had been stealthily backing toward the Royal Gardener, whom he disliked, and now the mule’s heels shot out and struck the little man in the middle. He doubled up like the letter “U” and flew out of the door so swiftly – never touching the ground – that he was gone before Betsy had time to wink.
But the mule’s attack frightened the girl.
“Come,” she whispered, approaching the Shaggy Man and taking his hand; “let’s go somewhere else. They’ll surely kill us if we stay here!”
“Don’t worry, my dear,” replied Shaggy, patting the child’s head. “I’m not afraid of anything, so long as I have the Love Magnet.”
“The Love Magnet! Why, what is that?” asked Betsy.
“It’s a charming little enchantment that wins the heart of everyone who looks upon it,” was the reply. “The Love Magnet used to hang over the gateway to the Emerald City, in the Land of Oz; but when I started on this journey our beloved Ruler, Ozma of Oz, allowed me to take it with me.”
“Oh!” cried Betsy, staring hard at him; “are you really from the wonderful Land of Oz?”
“Yes. Ever been there, my dear?”
“No; but I’ve heard about it. And do you know Princess Ozma?”
“Very well indeed.”
“And – and Princess Dorothy?”
“Dorothy’s an old chum of mine,” declared Shaggy.
“Dear me!” exclaimed Betsy. “And why did you ever leave such a beautiful land as Oz?”
“On an errand,” said Shaggy, looking sad and solemn. “I’m trying to find my dear little brother.”
“Oh! Is he lost?” questioned Betsy, feeling very sorry for the poor man.
“Been lost these ten years,” replied Shaggy, taking out a handkerchief and wiping a tear from his eye. “I didn’t know it until lately, when I saw it recorded in the magic Record Book of the Sorceress Glinda, in the Land of Oz. So now I’m trying to find him.”
“Where was he lost?” asked the girl sympathetically.
“Back in Colorado, where I used to live before I went to Oz. Brother was a miner, and dug gold out of a mine. One day he went into his mine and never came out. They searched for him, but he was not there. Disappeared entirely,” Shaggy ended miserably.
“For goodness sake! What do you s’pose became of him?” she asked.
“There is only one explanation,” replied Shaggy, taking another apple from his pocket and eating it to relieve his misery. “The Nome King probably got him.”
“The Nome King! Who is he?”
"Why, he’s sometimes called the Metal Monarch, and his name is Ruggedo. Lives in some underground cavern. Claims to own all the metals hidden in the earth. Don’t ask me why."
“Why?”
“'Cause I don’t know. But this Ruggedo gets wild with anger if anyone digs gold out of the earth, and my private opinion is that he captured brother and carried him off to his underground kingdom. No – don’t ask me why. I see you’re dying to ask me why. But I don’t know.”
“But – dear me! – in that case you will never find your lost brother!” exclaimed the girl.
“Maybe not; but it’s my duty to try,” answered Shaggy. “I’ve wandered so far without finding him, but that only proves he is not where I’ve been looking. What I seek now is the hidden passage to the underground cavern of the terrible Metal Monarch.”
“Well,” said Betsy doubtfully, “it strikes me that if you ever manage to get there the Metal Monarch will make you, too, his prisoner.”
“Nonsense!” answered Shaggy, carelessly. “You mustn’t forget the Love Magnet.”
“What about it?” she asked.
“When the fierce Metal Monarch sees the Love Magnet, he will love me dearly and do anything I ask.”
“It must be wonderful,” said Betsy, with awe.
“It is,” the man assured her. “Shall I show it to you?”
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