h, she stopped short, opened her eyes, and
stared 'round giddily.

The giant was flat on his back, but as he was stretched as far as
four city blocks, only half of him was visible. The Cowardly Lion
still clung to his leg, and he was gurgling and struggling in a way
Dorothy could not understand.

She looked around in a panic for the Knight. Just then, Sir Hokus
dropped from the branch of a tree.

"Uds daggers!" he puffed, looking ruefully at his sword, which had
snapped off at the handle, "'Tis a pretty rogue!"

"Don't you think we'd better run?" shiver Dorothy, thinking of the
giant's song.

"Not while I wear these colors!" exclaimed Sir Hokus, proudly
touching Dorothy's hair ribbon, which still adorned his arm. "Come,
my good Lion, let us dispatch this braggart and saucy monster."

"Father!" screamed the giant, making no attempt to move.

"He seems to be frightened, himself," whispered Dorothy to the
Knight. "But whatever is the matter with the Cowardly Lion?"

At that minute, the Cowardly Lion gave a great jerk and began backing
with his four feet braced. The piece of giant leg that he had hold of
stretched and stretched, and while Sir Hokus and Dorothy stared in
amazement, it snapped off and the Cowardly Lion rolled head over
paws.

"Taffy!" roared the Cowardly Lion, sitting up and trying to open his
jaws, which were firmly stuck together.

"Taffy!" At this, Sir Hokus sprang nimbly on the giant's leg, ran up
his chest, and perched bravely on his peppermint collar.

"Surrender, Knave!" he demanded threateningly. Dorothy, seeing she
could do nothing to help the Cowardly Lion, followed. On her way up,
she broke off a tiny piece of his coat and found it most delicious
chocolate.

"Why, he's all made of candy!" she cried excitedly.

"Oh, hush!" sobbed the giant, rolling his great sourball eyes. "I'd
be eaten in a minute if it were known."

"You were mighty anxious to eat us a while ago," said Dorothy,
looking longingly at the giant's coat buttons. They seemed to be
large marshmallows.

"Go away!" screamed the giant, shaking so that Dorothy slid into his
vest pocket. "No one under forty feet is allowed in this forest!"

Dorothy climbed crossly out of the giant's pocket. "We didn't come
because we wanted to," she assured him, wiping the chocolate off her
nose.

"Odds bodikins! I cannot fight a great baby like this," sighed Sir
Hokus, dodging just in time a great, sugary tear that had rolled down
the