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All through that terrible night Prince Inga remained hidden in his tree.
In the morning he watched the great fleet of boats depart for their own
country, carrying his parents and his countrymen with them, as well as
everything of value the Island of Pingaree had contained.
Sad, indeed, were the boy's thoughts when the last of the boats had
become a mere speck in the distance, but Inga did not dare leave his
perch of safety until all of the craft of the invaders had disappeared
beyond the horizon. Then he came down, very slowly and carefully, for he was
weak from hunger and the long and weary watch, as he had been in the tree
for twenty-four hours without food.
The sun shone upon the beautiful green isle as brilliantly as if no
ruthless invader had passed and laid it in ruins. The birds still chirped
among the trees and the butterflies darted from flower to flower as happily
as when the land was filled with a prosperous and contented people.
Inga feared that only he was left of all his nation. Perhaps he might be
obliged to pass his life there alone. He would not starve, for the sea would
give him oysters and fish, and the trees fruit; yet the life that confronted
him was far from enticing.
The boy's first act was to walk over to where the palace had stood and
search the ruins until he found some scraps of food that had been overlooked
by the enemy. He sat upon a block of marble and ate of this, and tears
filled his eyes as he gazed upon the desolation around him. But Inga tried
to bear up bravely, and having satisfied his hunger he walked over to the
well, intending to draw a bucket of drinking water.
Fortunately, this well had been overlooked by the invaders and the bucket
was still fastened to the chain that wound around a stout wooden windlass.
Inga took hold of the crank and began letting the bucket down into the well,
when suddenly he was startled by a muffled voice crying out:
"Be careful, up there!"
The sound and the words seemed to indicate that the voice came from the
bottom of the well, so Inga looked down. Nothing could be seen, on account
of the darkness.
"Who are you?" he shouted.
"It's I -- Rinkitink," came the answer, and the depths of the well
echoed: "Tink-i-tink-i-tink!" in a ghostly manner.
"Are you in the well?" asked the boy, greatly surprised.
"Yes, and nearly drowned. I fell in while running from those terrible
warriors, and I've been standing in this damp hole ever since, with my head
just above the water. It's lucky the well was no deeper, for had my head
been under water, instead of above it -- hoo, hoo, hoo, keek, eek! -- under
instead of over, you know -- why, then I wouldn't be talking to you now! Ha,
hoo, hee!" And the well dismally echoed: "Ha, hoo, hee!" which you must
imagine was a laugh half merry and half sad.
"I'm awfully sorry," cried the boy, in answer. "I wonder you have the
heart to laugh at all. But how am I to get you out?"
"I've been considering that all night," said Rinkitink, "and I believe
the best plan will be for you to let down the bucket to me, and I'll hold
fast to it while you wind up the chain and so draw me to the top."
"I will try to do that," replied Inga, and he let the bucket down very
carefully until he heard the King call out:
"I've got it! Now pull me up -- slowly, my boy, slowly -- so I won't rub
against the rough sides."
Inga began winding up the chain, but King Rinkitink was so fat that he
was very heavy and by the time the boy had managed to pull him halfway up
the well his strength was gone. He clung to the crank as long as possible,
but suddenly it slipped from his grasp and the next minute he heard
Rinkitink fall "plump!" into the water again.
"That's too bad!" called Inga, in real distress; "but you were so heavy I
couldn't help it."
"Dear me!" gasped the King, from the darkness below, as he spluttered and
coughed to get the water out of his mouth. "Why didn't you tell me you were
going to let go?"
"I hadn't time," said Inga, sorrowfully.
"Well, I'm not suffering from thirst," declared the King, "for there's
enough water inside me to float all the boats of Regos and Coregos or at
least it feels that way. But never mind! So long as I'm not actually
drowned, what does it matter?"
"What shall we do next?" asked the boy anxiously.
"Call someone to help you," was the reply.
"There is no one on the island but myself," said the boy; "-- excepting
you," he added, as an afterthought.
"I'm not on it -- more's the pity! -- but in it," responded Rinkitink.
"Are the warriors all gone?"
"Yes," said Inga, "and they have taken my father and mother, and all our
people, to be their slaves," he added, trying in vain to repress a sob.
"So -- so!" said Rinkitink softly; and then he paused a moment, as if in
thought. Finally he said: "There are worse things than slavery, but I never
imagined a well could be one of them. Tell me, Inga, could you let down some
food to me? I'm nearly starved, and if you could manage to send me down some
food I'd be well fed -- hoo, hoo, heek, keek, eek! -- well fed. Do you see
the joke, Inga?"
"Do not ask me to enjoy a joke just now, Your Majesty," begged Inga in a
sad voice; "but if you will be patient I will try to find something for you
He ran back to the ruins of the palace and began searching for bits of
food with which to satisfy the hunger of the King, when to his surprise he
observed the goat, Bilbil, wandering among the marble blocks.
"What!" cried Inga. "Didn't the warriors get you, either?"
"If they had," calmly replied Bilbil, "I shouldn't be here."
"But how did you escape?" asked the boy.
"Easily enough. I kept my mouth shut and stayed away from the rascals,"
said the goat. "I knew that the soldiers would not care for a skinny old
beast like me, for to the eye of a stranger I seem good for nothing. Had
they known I could talk, and that my head contained more wisdom than a
hundred of their own noddles, I might not have escaped so easily."
"Perhaps you are right," said the boy.
"I suppose they got the old man?" carelessly remarked Bilbil.
"What old man?"
"Oh, no! His Majesty is at the bottom of the well," said Inga, "and I
don't know how to get him out again."
"Then let him stay there," suggested the goat.
"That would be cruel. I am sure, Bilbil, that you are fond of the good
King, your master, and do not mean what you say. Together, let us find some
way to save poor King Rinkitink. He is a very jolly companion, and has a
heart exceedingly kind and gentle."
"Oh, well; the old boy isn't so bad, taken altogether," admitted Bilbil,
speaking in a more friendly tone. "But his bad jokes and fat laughter tire
me dreadfully, at times."
Prince Inga now ran back to the well, the goat following more
"Here's Bilbil!" shouted the boy to the King. "The enemy didn't get him,
"That's lucky for the enemy," said Rinkitink. "But it's lucky for me,
too, for perhaps the beast can assist me out of this hole. If you can let a
rope down the well, I am sure that you and Bilbil, pulling together, will be
able to drag me to the earth's surface."
"Be patient and we will make the attempt," replied Inga encouragingly,
and he ran to search. the ruins for a rope. Presently he found one that had
been used by the warriors in toppling over the towers, which in their haste
they had neglected to remove, and with some difficulty he untied the knots
and carried the rope to the mouth of the well.
Bilbil had lain down to sleep and the refrain of a merry song came in
muffled tones from the well, proving that Rinkitink was making a patient
endeavor to amuse himself.
"I've found a rope!" Inga called down to him; and then the boy proceeded
to make a loop in one end of the rope, for the King to put his arms through,
and the other end he placed over the drum of the windlass. He now aroused
Bilbil and fastened the rope firmly around the goat's shoulders.
"Are you ready?" asked the boy, leaning over the well.
"I am," replied the King.
"And I am not," growled the goat, "for I have not yet had my nap out. Old
Rinki will be safe enough in the well until I've slept an hour or two
"But it is damp in the well," protested the boy, "and King Rinkitink may
catch the rheumatism, so that he will have to ride upon your back wherever
Hearing this, Bilbil jumped up at once.
"Let's get him out," he said earnestly.
"Hold fast!" shouted Inga to the King. Then he seized the rope and helped
Bilbil to pull. They soon found the task more difficult than they had
supposed. Once or twice the King's weight threatened to drag both the boy
and the goat into the well, to keep Rinkitink company. But they pulled
sturdily, being aware of this danger, and at last the King popped out of the
hole and fell sprawling full length upon the ground.
For a time he lay panting and breathing hard to get his breath back,
while Inga and Bilbil were likewise worn out from their long strain at the
rope; so the three rested quietly upon the grass and looked at one another
Finally Bilbil said to the King: "I'm surprised at you. Why were you so
foolish as to fall down that well? Don't you know it's a dangerous thing to
do? You might have broken your neck in the fall, or been drowned in the
"Bilbil," replied the King solemnly, "you're a goat. Do you imagine I
fell down the well on purpose?"
"I imagine nothing," retorted Bilbil. "I only know you were there."
"There? Heh-heh-heek-keek-eek! To be sure I was there," laughed
Rinkitink. "There in a dark hole, where there was no light; there in a
watery well, where the wetness soaked me through and through --
keek-eek-eek- eek! -- through and through!"
"How did it happen?" inquired Inga.
"I was running away from the enemy," explained the King, "and I was
carelessly looking over my shoulder at the same time, to see if they were
chasing me. So I did not see the well, but stepped into it and found myself
tumbling down to the bottom. I struck the water very neatly and began
struggling to keep myself from drowning, but presently I found that when I
stood upon my feet on the bottom of the well, that my chin was just above
the water. So I stood still and yelled for help; but no one heard me."
"If the warriors had heard you," said Bilbil, "they would have pulled you
out and carried you away to be a slave. Then you would have been obliged to
work for a living, and that would be a new experience."
"Work!" exclaimed Rinkitink. "Me work? Hoo, hoo, heek-keek-eek! How
absurd! I'm so stout -- not to say chubby -- not to say fat -- that I can
hardly walk, and I couldn't earn my salt at hard work. So I'm glad the enemy
did not find me, Bilbil. How many others escaped?"
"That I do not know," replied the boy, "for I have not yet had time to
visit the other parts of the island. When you have rested and satisfied your
royal hunger, it might be well for us to look around and see what the
thieving warriors of Regos and Coregos have left us."
"An excellent idea," declared Rinkitink. "I am somewhat feeble from my
long confinement in the well, but I can ride upon Bilbil's back and we may
as well start at once."
Hearing this, Bilbil cast a surly glance at his master but said
nothing, since it was really the goat's business to carry King Rinkitink
wherever he desired to go.
They first searched the ruins of the palace, and where the kitchen had
once been they found a small quantity of food that had been half hidden by a
block of marble. This they carefully placed in a sack to preserve it for
future use, the little fat King having first eaten as much as he cared for.
This consumed some time, for Rinkitink had been exceedingly hungry and liked
to eat in a leisurely manner. When he had finished the meal he straddled
Bilbil's back and set out to explore the island, Prince Inga walking by his
They found on every hand ruin and desolation. The houses of the people
had been pilfered of all valuables and then torn down or burned. Not a
boat had been left upon the shore, nor was there a single person, man or
woman or child, remaining upon the island, save themselves. The only
inhabitants of Pingaree now consisted of a fat little King, a boy and a
Even Rinkitink, merry hearted as he was, found it hard to laugh in the
face of this mighty disaster. Even the goat, contrary to its usual habit,
refrained from saying anything disagreeable. As for the poor boy whose home
was now a wilderness, the tears came often to his eyes as he marked the ruin
of his dearly loved island.
When, at nightfall, they reached the lower end of Pingaree and found it
swept as bare as the rest, Inga's grief was almost more than he could bear.
Everything had been swept from him -- parents, home and country -- in so
brief a time that his bewilderment was equal to his sorrow.
Since no house remained standing, in which they might sleep, the three
wanderers crept beneath the overhanging branches of a cassa tree and
curled themselves up as comfortably as possible. So tired and exhausted were
they by the day's anxieties and griefs that their troubles soon faded into
the mists of dreamland. Beast and King and boy slumbered peacefully together
until wakened by the singing of the birds which greeted the dawn of a new
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