elebrities of Oz had gotten up to see
them off.

"Maybe they'll come again some time," said Betsy Bobbin, swinging her
feet. "But look, Ozma, here comes a messenger." A messenger it surely
was, dressed in the quaint red costume of the Quadlings. It was from
Glinda, the Good Sorceress, and caused the Princess to sigh with
vexation.

"Tell Jack Pumpkinhead to harness the Sawhorse to the red wagon,"
said Ozma after glancing hastily at the little note. "The Horners and
Hoppers are at war again. And tell the Wizard to make ready for a
journey."

"May I come, too,?" asked Betsy. Ozma nodded with a troubled little
frown, and Betsy bustled off importantly. Not many little girls are
called upon to help settle wars and rule a country as wonderful as
Oz.

The Horners and Hoppers are a quarrelsome and curious folk living in
the Quadling mountains, and soon Ozma, Jack Pumpkinhead, Betsy and
the Wizard of Oz were rattling off at the best speed the Sawhorse
could manage. This was pretty fast, for the little horse, being made
of wood and magically brought to life, never tires and could outrun
anything on legs in the fairy Kingdom of Oz.

But the fact that interests us is that Ozma did not look in the Magic
Picture or see what exciting adventures the Scarecrow and Dorothy
really were having!

As for Professor Wogglebug, who had caused all the trouble, he was
busily at work on the twelfth chapter of the Royal Book of Oz, which
he had modestly headed:

H. M. WOGGLEBUG T.E., PRINCE OF BUGS,

Cultured and Eminent Educator
and also
Great Grand and General Genealogist of Oz.

CHAPTER 11

SIR HOKUS OVERCOMETH THE GIANT

"I don't believe we'll ever find the way out of this forest."

Dorothy stopped with a discouraged little sigh and leaned against a
tree. They had followed the road for several hours. First it had been
fine and wide, but it had gradually dwindled to a crooked little path
that wound crazily in and out through the trees. Although it was
almost noonday, not a ray of sun penetrated through the dim green
depths.

"Methinks," said Sir Hokus, peering into the gloom ahead, "that a
great adventure is at hand."

The Cowardly Lion put back his ears. "What makes you methink so?" he
rumbled anxiously.

"Hark thee!" said Sir Hokus, holding up his finger warningly. From a
great way off sounded a curious thumping. It was coming nearer and
nearer.

"Good gracious!" crie