"If I had my Magic Belt," replied Dorothy, thoughtfully, "it could do
us a lot of good just now."
"What is your Magic Belt?" asked Polychrome.
"It's a thing I captured from the Nome King one day, and it can do
'most any wonderful thing. But I left it with Ozma, you know; 'cause
magic won't work in Kansas, but only in fairy countries."
"Is this a fairy country?" asked Button-Bright.
"I should think you'd know," said the little girl, gravely.
"If it wasn't a fairy country you couldn't have a fox head
and the shaggy man couldn't have a donkey head, and the Rainbow's
Daughter would be invis'ble."
"What's that?" asked the boy.
"You don't seem to know anything, Button-Bright. Invis'ble is a thing
you can't see."
"Then Toto's invis'ble," declared the boy, and Dorothy found he was
right. Toto had disappeared from view, but they could hear him
barking furiously among the heaps of grey rock ahead of them.
They moved forward a little faster to see what the dog was barking at,
and found perched upon a point of rock by the roadside a curious
creature. It had the form of a man, middle-sized and rather slender
and graceful; but as it sat silent and motionless upon the peak they
could see that its face was black as ink, and it wore a black cloth
costume made like a union suit and fitting tight to its skin. Its
hands were black, too, and its toes curled down, like a bird's.
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