“Oh, I don’t know,” purred Eureka, smoothing her ruffled fur with her paw; “we didn’t manage to hurt anybody, and nobody managed to hurt us.”

“Thank goodness we are together again, even if we are prisoners,” sighed the little girl.

“I wonder why they didn’t kill us on the spot,” remarked Zeb, who had lost his king in the struggle.

“They are probably keeping us for some ceremony,” the Wizard answered, reflectively; “but there is no doubt they intend to kill us as dead as possible in a short time.”

“As dead as poss’ble would be pretty dead, wouldn’t it?” asked Dorothy.

“Yes, my dear. But we have no need to worry about that just now. Let us examine our prison and see what it is like.”