"Pry him off, Poker," cried the Kangaroo.
"I would if I could," answered the Poker, mournfully. "But I"m not a crowbar."
"Well, then, all together here," shouted the Man from Saturn. "Line up and we"ll shove him off."
There was a frantic rush at the stolid Hippopotamus in response to this suggestion, but they might as well have tried to batter down the rock of Gibraltar by hurling feathers against it, so firmly fixed in his seat was this pa.s.senger of outrageous weight.
"Come again, gentlemen," said the Hippopotamus suavely. "There"s nothing better for the complexion than a good rub, and I a.s.sure you you have placed me under an obligation to you."
"Prod him with the icicle," said the Kangaroo to the Polar Bear.
"I am not to be moved by tears, even if they are frozen and sharpened to a point," laughed the Hippopotamus, as the Polar Bear did as he was told, smashing the icicle without so much as denting the Hippo"s flesh.
"Well, if you won"t jump, I will," said the Man from Saturn angrily. "If I"m hurt I"ll take it out of your hide when we meet again."
"All right," retorted the Hippopotamus. "You"ll have to get a steam drill and blast it out. By-by."
The man from Saturn jumped and landed head first in the snow, but whether he was hurt or not the party never knew, for their speed was now so terrific that he had barely landed before they whizzed past the bottom of the hill and up the other incline. It became clear, too, as they sped on that at such a fearful rate of progress nothing could now keep the Oscycle from going over the edge, and the others began to lay plans for safety.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE MAN FROM SATURN JUMPED.]
"I"m going to jump for a pa.s.sing trolley cloud the minute we get to the edge," said the Kangaroo.
"I don"t know what I shall do," sobbed the Polar Bear. "If I land on my feet I"ll be all right, for they"re big and soft, like sofa cushions, but if I land on my head--"
"That"s softer yet, Poley," laughed the Flamingo, who appeared to be less concerned than anybody. "If you land on your head it will be just as if you fell into a great bowl of oatmeal, so you"re all right."
"I"m not afraid for myself," said the Poker. "I can drop any distance without serious injury, being made of iron, and my friends, the Andirons, are equally fortunate. The Bellows, too, is comparatively safe. The worst that can happen to him is to have the wind knocked out of him. But--"
"It"s Tom we"re bothered about," said the Righthandiron, with an anxious glance at Lefty. "You see, we invited him to come off here with us, and--"
"Who is he, anyhow?" demanded the Flamingo, glancing at Tom in such a way that the youngster began to feel very uncomfortable.
"I"m a Dormouse," said Tom, remembering the agreement.
"Not for this occasion," put in the Poker. "This time you"re a boy, and we"ve got to save you somehow or other and we"ll do it, Tom, so don"t be afraid."
"What kind of boy is he?" demanded the Flamingo. "One of these bean-snapping boys that go around shooting robins and hooking birds" eggs when they haven"t anything else to do?"
"Not a bit of it," said Righty. "He never snapped a bean at a bird in all his life."
"Humph!" said the Flamingo. "I suppose he"s been too busy pulling feathers out of peac.o.c.ks" tails to decorate his room with to be bothering with robins and eggs."
"Never did such a thing in all my born days," retorted Tom indignantly.
"Probably not," sneered the Flamingo. "And why? Because you were so well satisfied keeping a canary locked up in a cage for your own pleasure that you hadn"t any time to chase peac.o.c.ks."
"I"ve lived in the family forty years," said the Righthandiron, "and to my knowledge there was never a caged bird in the house."
"Really?" said the Flamingo, looking at Tom with interest. "Rather a new kind of boy this. Very few boys have a good record where birds are concerned."
"Tom"s no enemy to birds," observed the Bellows. "I know that because I"ve been in his family longer than he has, and I"ve watched him."
"Well," said the Flamingo, "if that"s the case, maybe I can help him. One good turn deserves another. If he is good to birds I may be able at this time to do good to him. This trouble ahead of us doesn"t bother me, because I have wings and can fly--" Here the Flamingo flapped his wings proudly--"and I could take Tom on my back and fly anywhere with him, for I am an extremely powerful bird. But I want to know one more thing about him before I undertake to save him. We birds must stand together, you know, and I"m not going to befriend a foe to my kind under any circ.u.mstances.
Thomas!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: In a moment he was sitting astride the great bird"s neck.]
"Yes, sir," replied Tom, all of a tremble, for he hadn"t the slightest idea what was coming, and as a truthful boy he knew that whatever the consequences to himself might be he must give the correct answer.
"Do you have Sunday breakfast at home?" asked the Flamingo.
"Yes, sir," Tom replied respectfully.
"You have coffee and hominy and toast and fried potatoes and all that?"
queried the bird.
"Yes, sir," Tom answered, turning very pale, however, for he was in great dread of what he now saw was likely to come next.
"And--ah--fruit?" said the Flamingo.
"Oh, yes, plenty of fruit," replied Tom very nervously.
"And now, sir," said the Flamingo, severely, and ruffling his feathers like an angry turkey, "now for the main point. Thomas--and, mind you I want a truthful answer. Did you ever eat a broiled--Flamingo for your Sunday morning breakfast?"
Tom breathed a sigh of relief as the Flamingo blurted out the last part of his question.
"No, sir. Never!" he replied.
"Then hurry and climb up on my shoulders here," the Flamingo cried.
"You"re a boy after my own heart. I believe you"d be kind to a stuffed parrot. But hurry--there"s the edge right ahead of us. Jump--"
Tom jumped and in a moment was sitting astride of the great bird"s neck.
In his right hand he grasped the claw of Righty, in his left that of Lefty, while these two clutched tightly hold of the Bellows and the Poker respectively. A moment later the Oscycle reached the edge and dashed wildly over it, the Kangaroo following out his plan of jumping higher still and fortunately for himself catching a pa.s.sing trolley cloud by which he was borne back to the starting point again.
As for the Polar Bear and the Hippopotamus, they plunged out into s.p.a.ce, while the group comprising our little party from home and the Flamingo soared gracefully back to earth again, where the generous-hearted bird deposited them safely on top of the most convenient Alp.
"Thanks very much," said Tom, as he clambered down from the bird"s neck and stood upon solid ground again.
"Don"t mention it," said the Flamingo. "It"s a pleasure to serve a bird-defender and his friends," and with this he soared away.
"I"m glad he didn"t ask me if I ever ate broiled chicken for Sunday breakfast," said Tom.
"Why?" asked the Poker. "Do you?"
"Do I?" cried Tom. "Well, I guess. I don"t do anything else."