end of the desert,
while high above these rocks she could see a tableland of green grass
and beautiful trees.

"Look out!" she screamed to the shaggy man. "Go slowly, or we shall
smash into the rocks."

He heard her, and tried to pull down the sail; but the wind would not
let go of the broad canvas and the ropes had become tangled.

Nearer and nearer they drew to the great rocks, and the shaggy man was
in despair because he could do nothing to stop the wild rush of the
sand-boat.

They reached the edge of the desert and bumped squarely into the rocks.
There was a crash as Dorothy, Button-Bright, Toto and Polly flew up in
the air in a curve like a skyrocket's, one after another landing high
upon the grass, where they rolled and tumbled for a time before they
could stop themselves.

The shaggy man flew after them, head first, and lighted in a heap
beside Toto, who, being much excited at the time, seized one of the
donkey ears between his teeth and shook and worried it as hard as he
could, growling angrily. The shaggy man made the little dog let go,
and sat up to look around him.

Dorothy was feeling one of her front teeth, which was loosened by
knocking against her knee as she fell. Polly was looking sorrowfully
at a rent in her pretty gauze gown, and Button-Bright's fox head had
stuck fast in a gopher hole and he was wiggling his little fat legs
frantically in an effort to get free.

Otherwise they were unhurt by the adventure; so the shaggy man stood up
and pulled Button-Bright out of the hole and went to the edge of the
desert to look at the sand-boat. It was a mere mass of splinters now,
crushed out of shape against the rocks. The wind had torn away the
sail and carried it to the top of a tall tree, where the fragments of
it fluttered like a white flag.

"Well," he said, cheerfully, "we're here; but where the here is I don't
know."

"It must be some part of the Land of Oz," observed Dorothy, coming to
his side.

"Must it?"

"'Course it must. We're across the desert, aren't we? And somewhere
in the middle of Oz is the Emerald City."

"To be sure," said the shaggy man, nodding. "Let's go there."

"But I don't see any people about, to show us the way," she continued.

"Let's hunt for them," he suggested. "There must be people somewhere;
but perhaps they did not expect us, and so are not at hand to give us a
welcome."

13. The Truth Pond

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