Part 20 (1/2)

”And the eyes of the Saw-Horse are knot eyes,” said Jack, leaning forward to examine them.

”Nevertheless, you must ride quickly forward,” commanded Tip, ”and we will follow after you and so try to escape. My eyes are already so dazzled that I can scarcely see.”

So the Pumpkinhead rode boldly forward, and Tip grasped the stub tail of the Saw-Horse and followed with closed eyes. The Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman brought up the rear, and before they had gone many yards a Joyful shout from Jack announced that the way was clear before them.

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Then all paused to look backward, but not a trace of the field of sunflowers remained.

More cheerfully, now they proceeded upon their Journey; but old Mombi had so changed the appearance of the landscape that they would surely have been lost had not the Scarecrow wisely concluded to take their direction from the sun. For no witch-craft could change the course of the sun, and it was therefore a safe guide.

However, other difficulties lay before them. The Saw-Horse stepped into a rabbit hole and fell to the ground. The Pumpkinhead was pitched high into the air, and his history would probably have ended at that exact moment had not the Tin Woodman skillfully caught the pumpkin as it descended and saved it from injury.

Tip soon had it fitted to the neck again and replaced Jack upon his feet.

But the Saw-Horse did not escape so easily. For when his leg was pulled from the rabbit hole it was found to be broken short off, and must be replaced or repaired before he could go a step farther.

”This is quite serious,” said the Tin Woodman.” If there were trees near by I might soon manufacture another leg for this animal; but I cannot see even a shrub for miles around.”

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THE TIN WOODMAN SKILLFULLY CAUGHT THE PUMPKIN

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”And there are neither fences nor houses in this part of the land of Oz,”

added the Scarecrow, disconsolately.

”Then what shall we do?” enquired the boy.

”I suppose I must start my brains working,” replied his Majesty the Scarecrow; ”for experience has, taught me that I can do anything if I but take time to think it out.”

”Let us all think,” said Tip; ”and perhaps we shall find a way to repair the Saw-Horse.”

So they sat in a row upon the gra.s.s and began to think, while the Saw-Horse occupied itself by gazing curiously upon its broken limb.

”Does it hurt?” asked the Tin Woodman, in a soft, sympathetic voice.

”Not in the least,” returned the Saw-Horse; ”but my pride is injured to find that my anatomy is so brittle.”

For a time the little group remained in silent thought. Presently the Tin Woodman raised his head and looked over the fields.

”What sort of creature is that which approaches us?” he asked, wonderingly.