Part 15 (2/2)

But Tip had no breath to speak, so the Saw-Horse continued his wild career unchecked and with unabated speed.

Presently they came to the banks of a wide river, and without a pause the wooden steed gave one final leap and launched them all in mid-air.

A second later they were rolling, splas.h.i.+ng and bobbing about in the water, the horse struggling frantically to find a rest for its feet and its riders being first plunged beneath the rapid current and then floating upon the surface like corks.

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109 The Journey to the Tin Woodman

Tip was well soaked and dripping water from every angle of his body. But he managed to lean forward and shout in the ear of the Saw-Horse:

”Keep still, you fool! Keep still!”

The horse at once ceased struggling and floated calmly upon the surface, its wooden body being as buoyant as a raft.

”What does that word 'fool' mean?” enquired the horse.

”It is a term of reproach,” answered Tip, somewhat ashamed of the expression. ”I only use it when I am angry.”

”Then it pleases me to be able to call you a fool, in return,” said the horse. ”For I did not make

110 the river, nor put it in our way; so only a term of, reproach is fit for one who becomes angry with me for falling into the water.”

”That is quite evident,” replied Tip; ”so I will acknowledge myself in the wrong.” Then he called out to the Pumpkinhead: ”are you all right, Jack?”

There was no reply. So the boy called to the King ”are you all right, your majesty?”

The Scarecrow groaned.

”I'm all wrong, somehow,” he said, in a weak voice. ”How very wet this water is!”

Tip was bound so tightly by the cord that he could not turn his head to look at his companions; so he said to the Saw-Horse:

”Paddle with your legs toward the sh.o.r.e.”

The horse obeyed, and although their progress was slow they finally reached the opposite river bank at a place where it was low enough to enable the creature to scramble upon dry land.

With some difficulty the boy managed to get his knife out of his pocket and cut the cords that bound the riders to one another and to the wooden horse.

He heard the Scarecrow fall to the ground with a mushy sound, and then he himself quickly dismounted and looked at his friend Jack.

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