Part 3 (2/2)

Tip led him along the path without stopping an instant. They could not go very fast, but they walked steadily; and by the time the moon sank away and the sun peeped over the hills they had travelled so great a distance that the boy had no reason to fear pursuit from the old witch. Moreover, he had turned first into one path, and then into another, so that should anyone follow them it

33 would prove very difficult to guess which way they had gone, or where to seek them.

Fairly satisfied that he had escaped--for a time, at least--being turned into a marble statue, the boy stopped his companion and seated himself upon a rock by the roadside.

”Let's have some breakfast,” he said.

Jack Pumpkinhead watched Tip curiously, but refused to join in the repast.

”I don't seem to be made the same way you are,” he said.

”I know you are not,” returned Tip; ”for I made you.”

”Oh! Did you?” asked Jack.

”Certainly. And put you together. And carved your eyes and nose and ears and

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mouth,” said Tip proudly. ”And dressed you.”

Jack looked at his body and limbs critically.

”It strikes me you made a very good job of it,” he remarked.

”Just so-so,” replied Tip, modestly; for he began to see certain defects in the construction of his man. ”If I'd known we were going to travel together I might have been a little more particular.”

”Why, then,” said the Pumpkinhead, in a tone that expressed surprise, ”you must be my creator my parent my father!”

”Or your inventor,” replied the boy with a laugh. ”Yes, my son; I really believe I am!”

”Then I owe you obedience,” continued the man, ”and you owe me--support.”

”That's it, exactly”, declared Tip, jumping up. ”So let us be off.”

”Where are we going?” asked Jack, when they had resumed their journey.

”I'm not exactly sure,” said the boy; ”but I believe we are headed South, and that will bring us, sooner or later, to the Emerald City.”

”What city is that?” enquired the Pumpkinhead.

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