g can with a crash.

"Never mind," said the Scarecrow kindly. "If they shoot me and I
catch fire, I'll jump in the water and you must fish me out, Tappy.
Now please don't talk any more. I must think!"

Poor Happy Toko had nothing else to say, for he considered his day
finished. The first of the invaders were already landing on the
beach, and standing up in a small boat, encased in glittering gold
armor, was the King of the Golden Islands, himself. The sun was quite
hot, and there was a smell of gunpowder in the air.

Now the Scarecrow had encountered many dangers in Oz and had usually
thought his way out of them, but as they came nearer and nearer to
the shore and no idea presented itself, he began to feel extremely
nervous. A bullet fired from the king's boat tore through his hat,
and the smoke made him more anxious than ever about his straw
stuffing. He felt hurriedly in his pocket, and his clumsy fingers
closed over the little fan he had plucked from the bean pole.

Partly from agitation and partly because he did not know what else to
do, the Scarecrow flipped the fan open. At that minute, a mighty roar
went up from the enemy, for at the first motion of the fan they had
been jerked fifty feet into the air, and there they hung suspended
over their ships, kicking and squealing for dear life. The Scarecrow
was as surprised as they, and as for Happy Toko, he fell straightway
on his nose!

"Magic!" exclaimed the Scarecrow. "Someone is helping us," and he
began fanning himself gently with the little fan, waiting to see what
would happen next. At each wave of the fan, the King of the Golden
Islands and his men flew higher until at last not one of them could
be seen from the shore.

"The fan. The magic is in the fan!" gasped Happy Toko, jumping up and
embracing the Scarecrow.

"Why, what do you mean?" asked the Scarecrow, closing the fan with a
snap. Happy's answer was drowned in a huge splash. As soon as the fan
was closed, down whirled the king's army into the sea, and each man
struck the water with such force that the spray rose high as a
skyscraper. And not till then did the Scarecrow realize the power of
the little fan he had been saving for Dorothy.

"Saved!" screamed Happy Toko, dancing up and down. "Hurrah for the
Emperor!"

The Emperor, without a plan,
Has won the victory with a fan.

The Silver Islanders had paused in their flight at the queer noises
coming from the harbor, and now all of