So they brought a blue sheet and tied one end to a post of the blue bed and let the other end dangle out the blue window.  “Goodbye, mate,” said Cap’n Bill, preparing to descend.  “Don’t get reckless.”

“I won’t, Cap’n.  Don’t worry.”

Then he grasped the sheet with both hands and easily let himself down to the wall.  Trot had told him where to find the rope ladder she had left and how to fasten it to the broken flagstaff so he could climb down into the field outside the City.  As soon as he was safe on the wall, Cap’n Bill began to hobble along the broad top toward the connecting wall that surrounded the entire City—­just as Ghip-Ghisizzle had done—­and Trot anxiously watched him from the window.

But the Blue City was now beginning to waken to life.  One of the soldiers came from a house, sleepily yawning and stretching himself, and presently his eyes lit upon the huge form of Cap’n Bill hastening along the top of the wall.  The soldier gave a yell that aroused a score of his comrades and brought them tumbling into the street.  When they saw how the Boolooroo’s precious prisoner was escaping, they instantly became alert and wide-awake, and every one started in pursuit along the foot of the wall.

Of course, the long-legged Blueskins could run faster than poor Cap’n Bill.  Some of them soon got ahead of the old sailorman and came to the rope ladder which Trot had left dangling from the stone bench, where it hung down inside the City.  The Blue soldiers promptly mounted this ladder and so gained the wall, heading off the fugitive.  When Cap’n Bill came up, panting and all out of breath, the Blueskins seized him and held him fast.

Cap’n Bill was terribly disappointed at being recaptured, and so was Trot, who had eagerly followed his every movement from her window in the palace.  The little girl would have cried with vexation, and I think she did weep a few tears before she recovered her courage; but Cap’n Bill was a philosopher, in his way, and had learned to accept ill fortune cheerfully.  Knowing he was helpless, he made no protest when they again bound him and carried him down the ladder like a bale of goods.

Others were also disappointed by his capture.  Button-Bright had heard the parrot squawking, “Oh, there’s Cap’n Bill!  There’s Cap’n Bill!  I see him still, up on that hill!  It’s Cap’n Bill!” So the boy ran out of his tent to find the sailor scurrying along the top of the wall as fast as he could go.  At once Button-Bright aroused Coralie, who got her Pinkies together and quickly marched them toward the wall to assist in the escape of her Commander in Chief.  But they were too late.  Before they could reach the wall, the Blueskins had captured Trot’s old friend and lugged him down in to the City, so Coralie and Button-Bright were forced to return to their camp discomfited.  There Ghip-Ghisizzle and Rosalie were awaiting them, and they all went into the Witch’s tent and held a council of war.