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"Couldn't we all sing?" suggested Dorothy. "Surely all three of us won't fall asleep at once." "I'm not much of a singer," groaned the Cowardly Lion, beginning to tremble, "but I'm willing to do my share!" "I like you," said Sir Hokus, going over and thumping the Cowardly Lion approvingly on the back. "You ought to be knighted!"

"Let me go with you on this Quest for the valiant Scarecrow. Let me be your good Night!" he begged eagerly. "Good night," coughed the Cowardly Lion, who, to tell the truth, was feeling a bit jealous. But Dorothy was thrilled, and as Sir Hokus continued to look at her pleadingly, she took off her hair ribbon and bound it 'round his arm.

The next minute, a big trap door in the ground opened, and a perfectly huge roll bounced out at his feet. "Get on," commanded the Fix in such a sharp tone that the three jumped to obey. Holding fast to Sir Hokus, Dorothy stepped on the piece of road that had already unrolled. The Cowardly Lion, looking very anxious, followed.

"Maybe if we take hold of his hands we can keep him from going any higher." The Scarecrow, jamming down his hat so it wouldn't blow off, nodded approvingly, and each holding the parasol with one hand gave the other to the Knight. And when Dorothy pointed the parasol down, to her great delight Sir Hokus came also, the thin green branch growing just about as fast as they moved.

The lion blinked his eyes, for Sir Hokus' iron fist bruised him severely, but knowing it was kindly meant, he bore it bravely. "I am henceforth a beknighted lion," he whispered to Dorothy while Sir Hokus was straightening his armor. Next the Knight took down an iron poker, which he handed to Dorothy. "To wake us up with," he explained.

The Silver Islanders, who really loved the Scarecrow, bowed politely as he called out the names of Dorothy and the others. But the three Silver Princes scowled and whispered indignantly among themselves. "I am growing very wroth!" choked Sir Hokus to the Cowardly Lion. "Let the ceremony proceed!" called the eldest Prince harshly, before the Scarecrow had finished his introductions.

Sir Hokus shaded his eyes and stared curiously at the long lane stretching invitingly ahead of them. "Well, anyway, we're out of the forest and Pokes, and maybe we'll meet someone who will tell us about the Scarecrow. Come on!" cried Dorothy gaily. "I think we're on the right track this time." The afternoon went pleasantly for the three travelers.

Why, it's hokey pokey!" spluttered Dorothy, and with a deep sigh of delight she took a large bite of the pink ice cream. How cool it felt on her dry throat! She opened her mouth for a second taste, yawned terrifically, and fell with a thud to the stone pavement. "Dorothy!" wailed Sir Hokus, stopping short in his song and bending over the little girl.

Sir Hokus vanished, and a great raven flopped down in the center of the road. "Oh, where is my dear Karwan Bashi? Oh, where is Doubty?" screamed the Comfortable Camel, running around in frenzied circles. "I wish I'd never come on this path!" "Magic!" gasped Dorothy, clutching the Cowardly Lion's mane. The Comfortable Camel had melted into air before their very eyes.

Somebody told you," said the Doubtful Dromedary bitterly. "Pon my honor," said Sir Hokus. "I doubt it, I doubt it very much," persisted the Dromedary, wagging his head sorrowfully. "You seem to doubt everything!" Dorothy laughed in spite of herself, and the Dromedary regarded her sulkily. "He does," said the Camel. "It makes him very doubtful company.