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The Journey to the Tin Woodman

     Tip was well soaked and dripping water from every angle of his  body.
But he managed to lean forward and shout in the ear of the Saw-Horse:
     "Keep still, you fool! Keep still!"
     The horse at once ceased  struggling  and  floated  calmly  upon  the
surface, its wooden body being as buoyant as a raft.
     "What does that word 'fool' mean?" enquired the horse.
     "It is a term of reproach," answered Tip,  somewhat  ashamed  of  the
expression. "I only use it when I am angry."
     "Then it pleases me to be able to call you a fool, in  return,"  said
the horse. "For I did not make the river, nor put it in our way; so only a
term of, reproach is fit for one who becomes angry  with  me  for  falling
into the water."
     "That is quite evident," replied Tip; "so I will  acknowledge  myself
in the wrong." Then he called out to the Pumpkinhead: "are you all  right,
Jack?"
     There was no reply. So the boy called to the King "are you all right,
your majesty?"
     The Scarecrow groaned.
     "I'm all wrong, somehow," he said, in a weak  voice.  "How  very  wet
this water is!"
     Tip was bound so tightly by the cord that he could not turn his  head
to look at his companions; so he said to the Saw-Horse:
     "Paddle with your legs toward the shore."
     The horse obeyed, and although their progress was slow  they  finally
reached the opposite river bank at a place where  it  was  low  enough  to
enable the creature to scramble upon dry land.
     With some difficulty the boy managed to get  his  knife  out  of  his
pocket and cut the cords that bound the riders to one another and  to  the
wooden horse. He heard the Scarecrow fall  to  the  ground  with  a  mushy
sound, and then he himself quickly dismounted and  looked  at  his  friend

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