The Wizard turned to look at him.

“Did you not wear green whiskers at one time?” he asked.

“Yes,” said the soldier; “but I shaved them off long ago, and since then I have risen from a private to be the Chief General of the Royal Armies.”

“That’s nice,” said the little man. “But I assure you, my good people, that I do not wish to rule the Emerald City,” he added, earnestly.

“In that case you are very welcome!” cried all the servants, and it pleased the Wizard to note the respect with which the royal retainers bowed before him. His fame had not been forgotten in the Land of Oz, by any means.

“Where is Dorothy?” enquired Zeb, anxiously, as he left the buggy and stood beside his friend the little Wizard.