Cap’n Bill was alert and had told his army what to do in case of an attack.  The Pinkies did not run like rabbits, but formed a solid line and knelt down with their long, sharp sticks pointed directly toward the Blueskins, the other ends being set firmly upon the ground.  Of course, the Blueskins couldn’t run against these sharp points, so they halted a few feet away and began swinging their cord-and-weights.  But the Pinkies were too close together to be caught in this manner, and now by command of Cap’n Bill they suddenly rose to their feet and began jabbing their sticks at the foe.  The Blueskins hesitated until a few got pricked and began to yell with terror, when the whole of the Boolooroo’s attacking party turned around and ran back to the gate, their Ruler reaching it first of all.  The Pinkies tried to chase them, but their round, fat legs were no match for the long, thin legs of the Blueskins, who quickly gained the gate and shut themselves up in the City again.

“It is evident,” panted the Boolooroo, facing his defeated soldiers wrathfully, “that you are a pack of cowards!”

“But we followed your own royal example in running,” replied the Captain.

“I merely ran back to the City to get a drink of water, for I was thirsty,” declared the Boolooroo.

“So did we!  So did we!” cried the soldiers eagerly.  “We were all thirsty.”

“Your High and Mighty Spry and Flighty Majesty,” remarked the Captain respectfully, “it occurs to me that the weapons of the Pinkies are superior to our own.  What we need in order to oppose them successfully is a number of sharp sticks which are longer than their own.”

“True, true!” exclaimed the Boolooroo enthusiastically.  “Get to work at once and make yourselves long, sharp sticks, and then we will attack the enemy again.”

So the soldiers and citizens all set to work preparing long, sharp sticks, and while they were doing this, Rosalie the Witch had a vision in which she saw exactly what was going on inside the City wall.  Queen Trot and Cap’n Bill and Button-Bright saw the vision, too, for they were all in the tent together, and the sight made them anxious.

“What can be done?” asked the girl.  “The Blueskins are bigger and stronger than the Pinkies, and if they have sharp sticks which are longer than ours, they will surely defeat us.”

“I have one magic charm,” said Rosalie thoughtfully, “that will save our army; but I am allowed to work only one magic charm every three days—­not oftener—­and perhaps I’ll need the magic for other things.”

“Strikes me, ma’am,” returned the sailor, “that what we need most on this expedition is to capture the Blueskins.  If we don’t, we’ll need plenty of magic to help us back to the Pink Country; but if we do, we can take care of ourselves without magic.”