fe on the other side.
The Tiger went next. Dorothy sat upon his back and locked her arms
around his striped neck, for he had no mane to cling to. He made the
leap straight and true as an arrow from a bow, and ere Dorothy realized
it she was out of danger and standing by Ozma's side.
Now came the Scarecrow on the Sawhorse, and while they made the dash in
safety they were within a hair's breadth of being caught by the
descending hammer.
Tiktok walked up to the very edge of the spot the hammer struck, and as
it was raised for the next blow he calmly stepped forward and escaped
its descent. That was an idea for the Tin Woodman to follow, and he also
crossed in safety while the great hammer was in the air. But when it
came to the twenty-six officers and the private, their knees were so
weak that they could not walk a step.
"In battle we are wonderfully courageous," said one of the generals,
"and our foes find us very terrible to face. But war is one thing and
this is another. When it comes to being pounded upon the head by an iron
hammer, and smashed into pancakes, we naturally object."
"Make a run for it," urged the Scarecrow.
"Our knees shake so that we cannot run," answered a captain. "If we
should try it we would all certainly be pounded to a jelly."
"Well, well!" sighed the Cowardly Lion, "I see, friend Tiger, that we
must place ourselves in great danger to rescue this bold army. Come with
me, and we will do the best we can."
So, Ozma and Dorothy having already dismounted from their backs, the
Lion and the Tiger leaped back again under the awful hammer and returned
with two generals clinging to their necks. They repeated this daring
passage twelve times, when all the officers had been carried beneath the
giant's legs and landed safely on the further side. By that time the
beasts were very tired, and panted so hard that their tongues hung out
of their great mouths.
"But what is to become of the private?" asked Ozma.
"Oh, leave him there to guard the chariot," said the Lion. "I'm tired
out, and won't pass under that mallet again."
[Illustration: THE WOODEN HORSE WAS CARELESS]
The officers at once protested that they must have the private with
them, else there would be no one for them to command. But neither the
Lion or the Tiger would go after him, and so the Scarecrow sent the
Sawhorse.
Either the wooden horse was careless, or it failed to properly time the
descent of the hammer, for the migh
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