to him to find his journey so suddenly brought to an end.
'I must certainly get to the Emerald City,' he said to the boatman; 'but how can I cross the river if you do not take me?'
The man laughed, and it was not a nice laugh.
'That wooden horse will float,' said he; 'and you can ride him across. As for the pumpkinheaded loon who accompanies you, let him sink or swim it won't matter greatly which.'
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'Don't worry about me,' said Jack, smiling pleasantly upon the crabbed ferryman; 'I'm sure I ought to float beautifully.'
Tip thought the experiment was worth making, and the Saw-Horse, who did not know what danger meant, offered no objections whatever. So the boy led it down into the water and climbed upon its back. Jack also waded in up to his knees and grasped the tail of the horse so that he might keep his pumpkin head above the water.
'Now,' said Tip, instructing the Saw-Horse, 'if you wiggle your legs you will probably swim; and if you swim we shall probably reach the other side.'
The Saw-Horse at once began to wiggle its legs, which acted as oars and moved the adventurers slowly across the river to the opposite side. So successful was the trip that presently they were climbing, wet and dripping, up the grassy bank.
Tip's trouser-legs and shoes were thoroughly soaked; but the Saw-Horse had floated so perfectly that from his knees up the boy was entirely dry. As for the Pumpkinhead, every stitch of his gorgeous clothing dripped water.
'The sun will soon dry us,' said Tip 'and, anyhow, we are now safely across, in spite of the ferryman, and can continue our journey.'
'I didn't mind swimming, at all,' remarked the horse.
'Nor did I,' added Jack.
They soon regained the road of yellow brick, which proved to be a continuation of the road they had left on the other side, and then Tip once more mounted the Pumpkinhead upon the back of the Saw-Horse.
'If you ride fast,' said he, 'the wind will help to dry your clothing. I will hold on to the horse's tail and run after you. In this way we all will become dry in a very short time.'
'Then the horse must step lively,' said Jack.
'I'll do my best,' returned the Saw-Horse, cheerfully.
Tip grasped the end of the branch that served as tail to the Saw-Horse, and called loudly: 'Get-up!'
The horse started at a good pace, and Tip followed behind. Then he decided they could go faster, so he shouted: 'Trot!'
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Now, the Saw-Horse remembered that this word was the command to go as fast as he could; so he began rocking along the road at a tremendous pace, and Tip had hard work – running faster than he ever had before in his life – to keep his feet.
Soon he was out of breath, and although he wanted to call 'Whoa!' to the horse, he found he could not get the word out of his throat. Then the end of the tail he was clutching, being nothing more than a dead branch, suddenly broke away, and the next minute the boy was rolling in the dust of the road, while the horse and its pumpkin-headed rider dashed on and quickly disappeared in the distance.
By the time Tip had picked himself up and cleared the dust from his throat so he could say 'Whoa!' there was no further need of saying it, for the horse was long since out of sight.
So he did the only sensible thing he could do. He sat down and took a good rest, and afterward began walking along the road.
'Some time I will surely overtake them,' he reflected; 'for the road will end at the gates of the Emerald City, and they can go no further than that.'
Meantime Jack was holding fast to the post and the Saw-Horse was tearing along the road like a racer. Neither of them knew Tip was left behind, for the Pumpkinhead did not look around and the Saw-Horse couldn't.
As he rode, Jack noticed that the grass and trees had become a bright emerald-green in color, so he guessed they were nearing the Emerald City even before the tall spires and domes came into sight.
At length a high wall of green stone, studded thick with emeralds, loomed up before them; and fearing the Saw-Horse would not know enough to stop and so might smash them both against this wall, Jack ventured to cry 'Whoa!' as loud as he could.
So suddenly did the horse obey that had it not been for his post Jack would have been pitched off head foremost, and his beautiful face ruined.
'That was a fast ride, dear father!' he exclaimed; and then, hearing no reply, he turned around and discovered for the first time that Tip was not there.
This apparent desertion puzzled the Pumpkinhead, and made him uneasy. And while he was wondering what had become of the boy, and what he ought to do next under such trying circumstances, the gateway in the green wall opened and a man came out.
This man was short and round, with a fat face that seemed remarkably good-natured. He was clothed all in green and wore a high, peaked green hat upon his head and green spectacles over his eyes. Bowing before the Pumpkinhead he said:
'I am the Guardian of the Gates of the Emerald City. May I inquire who you are, and what is your business?'
'My name is Jack Pumpkinhead,' returned the other, smilingly; 'but as to my business, I haven't the least idea in the world what it is.'
The Guardian of the Gates looked surprised, and shook his head as if dissatisfied with the reply.
'What are you, a man or a pumpkin?' he asked, politely.
'Both, if you please,' answered Jack.
'And this wooden horse – is it alive?' questioned the Guardian.
The horse rolled one knotty eye upward and winked at Jack. Then it gave a prance and brought one leg down on the Guardian's toes.
'Ouch!' cried the man; 'I'm sorry I asked that question. But the answer is most convincing. Have you any errand, sir, in the Emerald City?'
'It seems to me that I have,' replied the Pumpkinhead, seriously; 'but I cannot think what it is. My father knows all about it, but he is not here.'
'This is a strange affair very strange!' declared the Guardian. 'But you seem harmless. Folks do not smile so delightfully when they mean mischief.'
'As for that,' said Jack, 'I cannot help my smile, for it is carved on my face with a jack-knife.'
'Well, come with me into my room,' resumed the Guardian, 'and I will see what can be done for you.'
So Jack rode the Saw-Horse through the gateway into a little room built into the wall. The Guardian pulled a bell-cord, and presently a very tall soldier – clothed in a green uniform – entered from the opposite door. This soldier carried a long green gun over his shoulder and had lovely green whiskers that fell quite to his knees. The Guardian at once addressed him, saying:
'Here is a strange gentleman who doesn't know why he has come to the Emerald City, or what he wants. Tell me, what shall we do with him?'
The Soldier with the Green Whiskers looked at Jack with much care and curiosity. Finally he shook his head so positively that little waves rippled down his whiskers, and then he said:
'I must take him to His Majesty, the Scarecrow.'
'But what will His Majesty, the Scarecrow, do with him?' asked the Guardian of the Gates.
'That is His Majesty's business,' returned the soldier. 'I have troubles enough of my own. All outside troubles must be turned over to His Majesty. So put the spectacles on this fellow, and I'll take him to the royal palace.'
So the Guardian opened a big box of spectacles and tried to fit a pair to Jack's great round eyes.
'I haven't a pair in stock that will really cover those eyes up,' said the little man, with a sigh; 'and your head is so big that I shall be obliged to tie the spectacles on.'
