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"For-ward march!" shouted the Tin Woodman, waving his axe, and the procession started just as Dorothy had once more grabbed Billina in her arms. "Isn't anyone going to get my egg?" cried the hen, in great excitement. "I'll get it," said the Scarecrow; and at his command the Sawhorse pranced into the bushes. The straw man soon found the egg, which he placed in his jacket pocket.
Their forms underwent a complete change, and they now stood erect upon the prairie, Each of them full five feet in height! "Beautiful creatures!" exclaimed Lucien. "Yes," muttered Basil. "They will not give us much longer time though. We had best make a dash. Take you the hen, Luce, your horse is the slowest. Now for it. For-ward!"
Corporal Flint, too, had great faith in Peter. It was a part of the scheme of the savage to make this straight for-ward soldier an instrument in placing many scalps in hit power; and though he had designed from the first to execute his bloody office on the corporal himself, he did not intend to do so until he had made the most of him as a stool-pigeon.
"For-ward march!" commanded the captains. And at that the private leveled his spear and dashed furiously upon the foe. The captain of the Nomes was so surprised by this sudden onslaught that he forgot to command his warriors to fight, so that the ten men in the first row, who stood in front of the private's spear, fell over like so many toy soldiers.
So the Frogman said: "Lead the way, little Bear, and we will follow without a struggle." "That's very sensible of you; very sensible, indeed!" declared the Brown Bear. "So for-ward march!" and with the command he turned around and began to waddle along a path that led between the trees.
"Private soldiers are not, I believe, afflicted that way," declared another general, twirling his moustache thoughtfully. "If your Royal Highness desires, we will order our private to attack yonder warriors." "Do so," replied Ozma. "For-ward march!" cried all the generals, with one voice. "For-ward march!" yelled the colonels. "For-ward march!" shouted the majors.
So the Frogman said, "Lead the way, little Bear, and we will follow without a struggle." "That's very sensible of you, very sensible indeed," declared the Brown Bear. "So for-ward, MARCH!" And with the command he turned around and began to waddle along a path that led between the trees.
"Ought to be one more," said Wilbur, anxiously hastening for-ward. As the two came up the coolies parted, and Wilbur saw one of them, his head propped upon a rolled-up blouse, lying ominously still on the trampled sand. "It's Charlie!" exclaimed Moran. "Where's he hurt?" cried Wilbur to the group of coolies. "Jim! where's Jim? Where's he hurt, Jim?"
There," he waved a lean, shrivelled hand backward and for-ward as though dispelling a fog, and peered into distance "there is something forming over you. You or somebody are hiding something from me." Mrs. Gimpson, aghast at such omniscience, sank backward in her chair. "Speak," said the old man, gently; "there is no reason why you should be sacrificed for others." Mrs.
As to dinner being ready, it's been ready this half hour and waiting for you. As to being hungry, I am! 'Come along then, Uncle! cried the boy. 'Hurrah for the admiral! 'Confound the admiral! returned Solomon Gills. 'You mean the Lord Mayor. 'No I don't! cried the boy. 'Hurrah for the admiral! Hurrah for the admiral! For-ward!
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