ly.
Ran, however, took one look at the huge beast and then fled, calling
for Mem at the top of his voice. And that is the last Dorothy saw of
these singular twins.

The Lion dropped Sir Hokus in a limp heap. When Dorothy unfastened
his armor, gallons of water rushed out.

"Sho good of--of--you," choked the poor Knight, trying to straighten
up.

"Save your breath, old fellow," said the Cowardly Lion, regarding him
affectionately.

"Oh, why did I ask for water on the end of the road?" sighed Dorothy.
"But, anyway, we're in some part of the Winkie Country."

Sir Hokus, though still spluttering, was beginning to revive. "Yon
noble bheast shall be knighted. Uds daggers! That's the shecond time
he's shaved my life!" Rising unsteadily, he tottered over to the Lion
and struck him a sharp blow on the shoulder. "Rishe, Shir Cowardly
Lion," he cried hoarsely, and fell headlong, and before Dorothy or
the lion had recovered from their surprise he was fast asleep,
mumbling happily of dragons and bludgeons.

"We'll have to wait till he gets rested," said Dorothy. "And until I
get dry." She began running up and down, then stopped suddenly before
the Lion.

"And there's something else for Professor Wogglebug to put in his
book, Sir Cowardly Lion."

"Oh, that!" mumbled the Cowardly Lion, looking terribly embarrassed.
"Whoever heard of a Cowardly Knight? Nonsense!"

"No, it isn't nonsense," said Dorothy stoutly. "You're a knight from
now on. Won't the Scarecrow be pleased?"

"If we ever find him," sighed the Lion, settling himself beside Sir
Hokus.

"We will," said Dorothy gaily. "I just feel it."

CHAPTER 14

SONS AND GRANDSONS GREET THE SCARECROW

Although the Scarecrow had been on Silver Island only a few days, he
had already instituted many reforms, and thanks to his cleverness the
people were more prosperous than ever before. Cheers greeted him
wherever he went, and even old Chew Chew was more agreeable and no
longer made bitter remarks to Happy Toko. The Scarecrow himself,
however, had four new wrinkles and was exceedingly melancholy. He
missed the carefree life in Oz, and every minute that he was not
ruling the island he was thinking about his old home and dear, jolly
comrades in the Emerald City.

"I almost hope they will look in the Magic Picture and wish me back
again," he mused pensively. "But it is my duty to stay here. I have a
family to support." So he resolved to put the best face he could on
the