"What's the matter?" rumbled the Cowardly Lion, thudding behind her.
Then both, coming suddenly out of the woods, gave a terrible scream,
which so startled Sir Hokus that he fell over backwards. Just in
time, too, for another step would have taken him straight on to the
Deadly Desert, which destroys every living thing and keeps all
intruders away from Oz.

"What befell?" puffed Sir Hokus, getting to his feet. Naturally, he
knew nothing of the poisonous sands.

"You did," wheezed the Cowardly Lion in an agitated voice.

"Was it a dragon?" asked the Knight, limping toward them hopefully.

"Sit down!" The Cowardly Lion mopped his brow with his tail. "One
step on that desert and it would have been one long goodnight."

"I should say it would!" shuddered Dorothy, and explained to Sir
Hokus the deadly nature of the sands. "And do you know what this
means?" Dorothy was nearer to tears than even I like to think about.
"It means we've come in exactly the wrong direction and are farther
away from the Emerald City than we were when we started."

"And seek him near and fa--hah--har," mumbled Sir Hokus with a very
troubled light in his kindly blue eyes.

"And seek him near and far."

"Fah--har--har! I should say it was," said the Cowardly Lion
bitterly. "But you needn't sing it."

"No, I s'pose not. Uds helmets and hauberks! I s'pose not!" The
Knight lapsed into a discouraged silence, and all three sat and
stared drearily at the stretch of desert before them and thought
gloomily of the rough country behind.

"It's a caravan," wheezed a hoarse voice.

"I doubt that, Camy, I doubt it very much." The shrill nasal voices
so startled the three travelers that they swung about in
astonishment.

"Great dates and deserts!" burst out the Cowardly Lion, jumping up.
And on the whole, this exclamation was entirely suitable, for ambling
toward them were a long-legged camel and a wobbly-necked dromedary.

"At last! A steed!" cried the Knight, bounding to his feet.

"I doubt that." The dromedary stopped and looked at him coldly.

"Try me," said the camel amiably. "I'm more comfortable."

"I doubt that, too."

"The doubtful dromedary wept,
As o'er the desert sands he stept,
Association with the sphinx
Has made him doubtful, so he thinks!"

chortled the Knight with his head on one side.

"How did you know?" asked the Dromedary, opening his eyes wide.

"It just occurred to me," admitted Sir Hokus,