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The Scarecrow will do nicely to start a bonfire； and the tin man can be cut into small pieces and fed to the goats。 As for this immense Woggle…Bug … 〃
〃Highly Magnified； if you please！〃 interrupted the insect。
〃I think I will ask the cook to make green…turtle soup of you；〃 continued the Queen； reflectively。
The Woggle…Bug shuddered。
〃Or； if that won't do； we might use you for a Hungarian goulash； stewed and highly spiced；〃 she added； cruelly。
This programme of extermination was so terrible that the prisoners looked upon one another in a panic of fear。 The Scarecrow alone did not give way to despair。 He stood quietly before the Queen and his brow was wrinkled in deep thought as he strove to find some means to escape。
While thus engaged he felt the straw within his breast move gently。 At once his expression changed from sadness to joy； and raising his hand he quickly unbuttoned the front of his jacket。
This action did not pass unnoticed by the crowd of girls clustering about him； but none of them suspected what he was doing until a tiny grey mouse leaped from his bosom to the floor and scampered away between the feet of the Army of Revolt。 Another mouse quickly followed； then another and another； in rapid succession。 And suddenly such a scream of terror went up from the Army that it might easily have filled the stoutest heart with consternation。
The flight that ensued turned to a stampede； and the stampede to a panic。
For while the startled mice rushed wildly about the room the Scarecrow had only time to note a whirl of skirts and a twinkling of feet as the girls disappeared from the palace … pushing and crowding one another in their mad efforts to escape。
The Queen； at the first alarm； stood up on the cushions of the throne and began to dance frantically upon her tiptoes。 Then a mouse ran up the cushions； and with a terrified leap poor Jinjur shot clear over the head of the Scarecrow and escaped through an archway … never pausing in her wild career until she had reached the city gates。
So； in less time than I can explain； the throne room was deserted by all save the Scarecrow and his friends； and the Woggle…Bug heaved a deep sigh of relief as he exclaimed： 〃Thank goodness； we are saved！〃
〃For a time； yes；〃 answered the Tin Woodman。 〃But the enemy will soon return； I fear。〃
〃Let us bar all the entrances to the palace！〃 said the Scarecrow。 〃Then we shall have time to think what is best to be done。〃 So all except Jack Pumpkinhead； who was still tied fast to the Saw…Horse； ran to the various entrances of the royal palace and closed the heavy doors； bolting and locking them securely。 Then； knowing that the Army of Revolt could not batter down the barriers in several days； the adventurers gathered once more in the throne room for a council of war。
The Scarecrow Takes Time to Think
〃It seems to me；〃 began the Scarecrow； when all were again assembled in the throne room； 〃that the girl Jinjur is quite right in claiming to be Queen。 And if she is right； then I am wrong； and we have no business to be occupying her palace。〃
〃But you were the King until she came；〃 said the Woggle…Bug； strutting up and down with his hands in his pockets； 〃so it appears to me that she is the interloper instead of you。〃
〃Especially as we have just conquered her and put her to flight；〃 added the Pumpkinhead； as he raised his hands to turn his face toward the Scarecrow。
〃Have we really conquered her？〃 asked the Scarecrow； quietly。 〃Look out of the window； and tell me what you see。〃 Tip ran to the window and looked out。
〃The palace is surrounded by a double row of girl soldiers；〃 he announced。
〃I thought so；〃 returned the Scarecrow。 〃We are as truly their prisoners as we were before the mice frightened them from the palace。〃
〃My friend is right；〃 said Nick Chopper； who had been polishing his breast with a bit of chamois…leather。
〃Jinjur is still the Queen； and we are her prisoners。〃
〃But I hope she cannot get at us；〃 exclaimed the Pumpkinhead； with a shiver of fear。 〃She threatened to make tarts of me； you know。〃
〃Don't worry；〃 said the Tin Woodman。 〃It cannot matter greatly。 If you stay shut up here you will spoil in time； anyway。 A good tart is far more admirable than a decayed intellect。〃
〃Very true；〃 agreed the Scarecrow。
〃Oh； dear！〃 moaned Jack； 〃what an unhappy lot is mine！ Why； dear father； did you not make me out of tin …or even out of straw … so that I would keep indefinitely。〃
〃Shucks！〃 returned Tip； indignantly。 〃You ought to be glad that I made you at all。〃 Then he added； reflectively； 〃everything has to e to an end； some time。〃
〃But I beg to remind you；〃 broke in the Woggle…Bug； who had a distressed look in his bulging； round eyes； 〃that this terrible Queen Jinjur suggested making a goulash of me … Me！ the only Highly Magnified and Thoroughly Educated Woggle…Bug in the wide； wide world！〃
〃I think it was a brilliant idea；〃 remarked the Scarecrow； approvingly。
〃Don't you imagine he would make a better soup？〃 asked the Tin Woodman； turning toward his friend。
〃Well； perhaps；〃 acknowledged the Scarecrow。
The Woggle…Bug groaned。
〃I can see； in my mind's eye；〃 said he； mournfully； 〃the goats eating small pieces of my dear rade； the Tin Woodman； while my soup is being cooked on a bonfire built of the Saw…Horse and Jack Pumpkinhead's body； and Queen Jinjur watches me boil while she feeds the flames with my friend the Scarecrow！〃 This morbid picture cast a gloom over the entire party； making them restless and anxious。
〃It can't happen for some time；〃 said the Tin Woodman； trying to speak cheerfully； 〃for we shall be able to keep Jinjur out of the palace until she manages to break down the doors。〃
〃And in the meantime I am liable to starve to death； and so is the Woggle… Bug；〃 announced Tip。
〃As for me；〃 said the Woggle…Bug； 〃I think that I could live for some time on Jack Pumpkinhead。 Not that I prefer pumpkins for food； but I believe they are somewhat nutritious； and Jack's head is large and plump。〃
〃How heartless！〃 exclaimed the Tin Woodman； greatly shocked。 〃Are we cannibals； let me ask？ Or are we faithful friends？〃
〃I see very clearly that we cannot stay shut up in this palace；〃 said the Scarecrow； with decision。 〃So let us end this mournful talk and try to discover a means to escape。〃 At this suggestion they all gathered eagerly around the throne； wherein was seated the Scarecrow； and as Tip sat down upon a stool there fell from his pocket a pepper…box； which rolled upon the floor。
〃What is this？〃 asked Nick Chopper； picking up the box。
〃Be careful！〃 cried the boy。 〃That's my Powder of Life。 Don't spill it； for it is nearly gone。〃
〃And what is the Powder of Life？〃 enquired the Scarecrow； as Tip replaced the box carefully in his pocket。
〃It's some magical stuff old Mombi got from a crooked sorcerer；〃 explained the boy。 〃She brought Jack to life with it； and afterward I used it to bring the Saw…Horse to life。 I guess it will make anything live that is sprinkled with it； but there's only about one dose left。〃
〃Then it is very precious；〃 said the Tin Woodman。
〃Indeed it is；〃 agreed the Scarecrow。 〃It may prove our best means of escape from our difficulties。 I believe I will think for a few minutes； so I will thank you； friend Tip； to get out your knife and rip this heavy crown from my forehead。〃 Tip soon cut the stitches that had fastened the crown to the Scarecrow's head； and the former monarch of the Emerald City removed it with a sigh of relief and hung it on a peg beside the throne。
〃That is my last memento of royalty〃 said he； 〃and I'm glad to get rid of it。 The former King of this City； who was named Pastoria； lost the crown to the Wonderful Wizard； who passed it on to me。 Now the girl Jinjur claims it； and I sincerely hope it will not give her a headache。〃
〃A kindly thought； which I greatly admire；〃 said the Tin Woodman； nodding approvingly。
〃And now I will indulge in a quiet think；〃 continued the Scarecrow； lying back in the throne。
The others remained as silent and still as possible； so as not to disturb him； for all had great confidence in the extraordinary brains of the Scarecrow。
And； after what seemed a very long time indeed to the anxious watchers； the thinker sat up； looked upon his friends with his most whimsical expression； and said： 〃My brains work beautifully today。 I'm quite proud of them。 Now； listen！ If we attempt to escape through the doors of the palace we shall surely be captured。 And； as we can't escape through the ground； there is only one other thing to be done。 We must escape through the air！〃 He paused to note the effect of these words； but all his hearers seemed puzzled and unconvinced。
〃The Wonderful Wizard escaped in a balloon；〃 he continued。 〃We don't know how to make a balloon； of course； but any sort of thing that can fly through the air can carry us easily。 So I suggest that my friend the Tin Woodman； who is a skillful mechanic； shall build some sort of a machine； with good strong wings； to carry us； and our friend Tip can then bring the Thing to life with his magical