"In that case, they must have built the web behind
us, after we walked into the trap," exclaimed the
little girl.

"True," agreed Ozma, "an enemy has tried to imprison
us."

"And they did it, too," said Dorothy. "I wonder who
it was."

"It's a spider-web, I'm quite sure," returned Ozma,
"but it must be the work of enormous spiders."

"Quite right!" cried a voice behind them. Turning
quickly around they beheld a huge purple spider sitting
not two yards away and regarding them with its small
bright eyes.

Then there crawled from the bushes a dozen more great
purple spiders, which saluted the first one and said:

"The web is finished, O King, and the strangers are
our prisoners."

Dorothy did not like the looks of these spiders at
all. They had big heads, sharp claws, small eyes and
fuzzy hair all over their purple bodies.

"They look wicked," she whispered to Ozma. "What