Part 8 (2/2)

The Saw-Horse at once began to wiggle its legs, which acted as oars and moved the adventurers slowly across the river to the opposite side. So successful was the trip that presently they were climbing, wet and dripping, up the gra.s.sy bank.

Tip's trouser-legs and shoes were thoroughly soaked; but the Saw-Horse had floated so perfectly that from his knees up the boy was entirely dry. As for the Pumpkinhead, every st.i.tch of his gorgeous clothing dripped water.

”The sun will soon dry us,” said Tip ”and, anyhow, we are now safely across, in spite of the ferryman, and can continue our journey.

”I didn't mind swimming, at all,” remarked the horse.

”Nor did I,” added Jack.

They soon regained the road of yellow brick, which proved to be a continuation of the road they had left on the other side, and then Tip once more mounted the Pumpkinhead upon the back of the Saw-Horse.

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”If you ride fast,” said he, ”the wind will help to dry your clothing. I will hold on to the horse's tail and run after you. In this way we all will become dry in a very short time.”

”Then the horse must step lively,” said Jack.

”I'll do my best,” returned the Saw-Horse, cheerfully.

Tip grasped the end of the branch that served as tail to the Saw-Horse, and called loudly: ”Get-up!”

The horse started at a good pace, and Tip followed behind. Then he decided they could go faster, so he shouted: ”Trot!”

Now, the Saw-Horse remembered that this word was the command to go as fast as he could; so he began rocking along the road at a tremendous pace,

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64 and Tip had hard work--running faster than he ever had before in his life--to keep his feet.

Soon he was out of breath, and although he wanted to call ”Whoa!” to the horse, he found he could not get the word out of his throat. Then the end of the tail he was clutching, being nothing more than a dead branch, suddenly broke away, and the next minute the boy was rolling in the dust of the road, while the horse and its pumpkin-headed rider dashed on and quickly disappeared in the distance.

By the time Tip had picked himself up and cleared the dust from his throat so he could say ”Whoa!” there was no further need of saying it, for the horse was long since out of sight.

So he did the only sensible thing he could do. He sat down and took a good rest, and afterward began walking along the road.

”Some time I will surely overtake them,” he reflected; ”for the road will end at the gates of the Emerald City, and they can go no further than that.”

Meantime Jack was holding fast to the post and the Saw-Horse was tearing along the road like a racer. Neither of them knew Tip was left behind, for the Pumpkinhead did not look around and the Saw-Horse couldn't.

As he rode, Jack noticed that the gra.s.s and trees

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