WIZARD OF OZ - Complete Series. L. Frank Baum

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      “Your Standing Army was running,” answered the fellow, honestly; “for no man could face the terrible weapons of the invaders.”

      “Well,” said the Scarecrow, after a moment’s thought, “I don’t mind much the loss of my throne, for it’s a tiresome job to rule over the Emerald City. And this crown is so heavy that it makes my head ache. But I hope the Conquerors have no intention of injuring me, just because I happen to be the King.”

      “I heard them, say” remarked Tip, with some hesitation, “that they intend to make a rag carpet of your outside and stuff their sofa-cushions with your inside.”

      “Then I am really in danger,” declared his Majesty, positively, “and it will be wise for me to consider a means to escape.”

      “Where can you go?” asked Jack Pumpkinhead.

      “Why, to my friend the Tin Woodman, who rules over the Winkies, and calls himself their Emperor,” was the answer. “I am sure he will protect me.”

      Tip was looking out the window.

      “The palace is surrounded by the enemy,” said he. “It is too late to escape. They would soon tear you to pieces.”

      The Scarecrow sighed.

      “In an emergency,” he announced, “it is always a good thing to pause and reflect. Please excuse me while I pause and reflect.”

      “But we also are in danger,” said the Pumpkinhead, anxiously. “If any of these girls understand cooking, my end is not far off!”

      “Nonsense!” exclaimed the Scarecrow. “they’re too busy to cook, even if they know how!”

      “But should I remain here a prisoner for any length of time,” protested Jack, “I’m liable to spoil.”

      “Ah! then you would not be fit to associate with,” returned the Scarecrow. “The matter is more serious than I suspected.”

      “You,” said the Pumpkinhead, gloomily, “are liable to live for many years. My life is necessarily short. So I must take advantage of the few days that remain to me.”

      “There, there! Don’t worry,” answered the Scarecrow soothingly; “if you’ll keep quiet long enough for me to think, I’ll try to find some way for us all to escape.”

      So the others waited in patient silence while the Scarecrow walked to a corner and stood with his face to the wall for a good five minutes. At the end of that time he faced them with a more cheerful expression upon his painted face.

      “Where is the SawHorse you rode here?” he asked the Pumpkinhead.

      “Why, I said he was a jewel, and so your man locked him up in the royal treasury,” said Jack.

      “It was the only place I could think of your Majesty,” added the Soldier, fearing he had made a blunder.

      “It pleases me very much,” said the Scarecrow. “Has the animal been fed?”

      “Oh, yes; I gave him a heaping peck of sawdust.”

      “Excellent!” cried the Scarecrow. “Bring the horse here at once.”

      The Soldier hastened away, and presently they heard the clattering of the horse’s wooden legs upon the pavement as he was led into the courtyard.

      His Majesty regarded the steed critically. “He doesn’t seem especially graceful!” he remarked, musingly. “but I suppose he can run?”

      “He can, indeed,” said Tip, gazing upon the SawHorse admiringly.

      “Then, bearing us upon his back, he must make a dash through the ranks of the rebels and carry us to my friend the Tin Woodman,” announced the Scarecrow.

      “He can’t carry four!” objected Tip.

      “No, but he may be induced to carry three,” said his Majesty. “I shall therefore leave my Royal Army Behind. For, from the ease with which he was conquered, I have little confidence in his powers.”

      “Still, he can run,” declared Tip, laughing.

      “I expected this blow” said the Soldier, sulkily; “but I can bear it. I shall disguise myself by cutting off my lovely green whiskers. And, after all, it is no more dangerous to face those reckless girls than to ride this fiery, untamed wooden horse!”

      “Perhaps you are right,” observed his Majesty. “But, for my part, not being a soldier, I am fond of danger. Now, my boy, you must mount first. And please sit as close to the horse’s neck as possible.”

      Tip climbed quickly to his place, and the Soldier and the Scarecrow managed to hoist the Pumpkinhead to a seat just behind him. There remained so little space for the King that he was liable to fall off as soon as the horse started.

      “Fetch a clothesline,” said the King to his Army, “and tie us all together. Then if one falls off we will all fall off.”

      And while the Soldier was gone for the clothesline his Majesty continued, “it is well for me to be careful, for my very existence is in danger.”

      “I have to be as careful as you do,” said Jack.

      “Not exactly,” replied the Scarecrow. “for if anything happened to me, that would be the end of me. But if anything happened to you, they could use you for seed.”

      The Soldier now returned with a long line and tied all three firmly together, also lashing them to the body of the SawHorse; so there seemed little danger of their tumbling off.

      “Now throw open the gates,” commanded the Scarecrow, “and we will make a dash to liberty or to death.”

      The courtyard in which they were standing was located in the center of the great palace, which surrounded it on all sides. But in one place a passage led to an outer gateway, which the Soldier had barred by order of his sovereign. It was through this gateway his Majesty proposed to escape, and the Royal Army now led the SawHorse along the passage and unbarred the gate, which swung backward with a loud crash.

      “Now,” said Tip to the horse, “you must save us all. Run as fast as you can for the gate of the City, and don’t let anything stop you.”

      “All right!” answered the SawHorse, gruffly, and dashed away so suddenly that Tip had to gasp for breath and hold firmly to the post he had driven into the creature’s neck.

      Several of the girls, who stood outside guarding the palace, were knocked over by the SawHorse’s mad rush. Others ran screaming out of the way, and only one or two jabbed their knitting-needles frantically at the escaping prisoners. Tip got one small prick in his left arm, which smarted for an hour afterward; but the needles had no effect upon the Scarecrow or Jack Pumpkinhead, who never even suspected they were being prodded.

      As for the SawHorse, he made a wonderful record upsetting a fruit cart, overturning several meek looking men, and finally bowling over the new Guardian of the Gate—a fussy little fat СКАЧАТЬ