At once there was war.  The other four Princesses, hearing the screams and cries of rage, came running into Cobalt’s room, and as fast as they appeared, Trot threw pillows at them, so that presently all six were indulging in a free-for-all battle and snarling like tigers.  The blue lamb came trotting into the room, and Trot leaned over and patted the pretty little animal, but as she did so, she became visible for an instant, each pat destroying the charm of the ring while the girl was in contact with a living creature.  These flashes permitted some of the Princesses to see her, and at once they rushed toward her with furious cries.  But the girl realized what had happened, and leaving the lamb, she stepped back into a corner and her frenzied enemies failed to find her.  It was a little dangerous, though, remaining in a room where six girls were feeling all around for her, so she went away and left them to their vain search while she renewed her hunt for Cap’n Bill.

The sailorman did not seem to be in any of the rooms she entered, so she decided to visit the Boolooroo’s own apartments.  In the room where Rosalie’s vision had shown them the Magic Umbrella lying under a cabinet, Trot attempted to find it, for she considered that next to rescuing Cap’n Bill this was the most important task to accomplish; but the umbrella had been taken away and was no longer beneath the cabinet.  This was a severe disappointment to the child, but she reflected that the umbrella was surely someplace in the Blue city, so there was no need to despair.

Finally, she entered the King’s own sleeping chamber and found the Boolooroo in bed and asleep, with a funny nightcap tied over his egg-shaped head.  As Trot looked at him, she was surprised to see that he had one foot out of bed and that to his big toe was tied a cord that led out of the bedchamber into a small dressing room beyond.  Trot slowly followed this cord and in the dressing room came upon Cap’n Bill, who was lying asleep upon a lounge and snoring with great vigor.  His arms were tied to his body, and his body was tied fast to the lounge.  The wooden leg stuck out into the room at an angle, and the shoe on his one foot had been removed so that the end of the cord could be fastened to the sailor’s big toe.

This arrangement had been a clever thought of the Boolooroo.  Fearing his important prisoner might escape before he was patched as Ghip-Ghisizzle had done, the cruel King of the Blues had kept Cap’n Bill in his private apartments and had tied his own big toe to the prisoner’s big toe, so that if the sailor made any attempt to get away, he would pull on the cord, and that would arouse the Boolooroo.

Trot saw through this cunning scheme at once, so the first thing she did was to untie the cord from Cap’n Bill’s big toe and retie it to the leg of the lounge.  Then she unfastened her friend’s hands and leaned over to give his leathery face a smacking kiss.  Cap’n Bill sat up and rubbed his eyes.  He looked around the room and rubbed his eyes again, seeing no one who could have kissed him.  Then he discovered that his bonds had been removed, and he rubbed his eyes once more to make sure he was not dreaming.  The little girl laughed softly.