"Just wonderful!" echoed the Chief. "How do you
manage to do it, Diksey?"

"I don't know," said Diksey modestly. "Perhaps
it's the radium, but I rather think it's my
splendid intellect."

"If you don't quit it," the Scarecrow told him,
"there'll be a worse war than the one you've
escaped from."

Ojo had been deep in thought, and now he
asked the Chief: "Is there a dark well in any
part of your country?"

"A dark well? None that ever I heard of," was
the answer.

"Oh, yes," said Diksey, who overheard the
boy's question. "There's a very dark well down
in my radium mine."

"Is there any water in it?" Ojo eagerly asked.

"Can't say; I've never looked to see. But we
can find out."

So, as soon as the Scarecrow was mended,
they decided to go with Diksey to the mine.