" If any of
these girls understand cooking, my end is not far off!"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed the Scarecrow. "they're too busy to cook, even if they
know how!"
"But should I remain here a prisoner for any length of time," protested
Jack," I'm liable to spoil."
"Ah! then you would not be fit to associate with," returned the Scarecrow.
"The matter is more serious than I suspected."
"You," said the Pumpkinhead, gloomily, "are liable to live for many years.
My life is necessarily short. So I must take advantage of the few days that
remain to me."
"There, there! Don't worry," answered the Scarecrow soothingly; "if you'll
keep quiet long enough for me to think, I'll try to find some way for us all
to escape."
So the others waited in patient silence while the Scarecrow walked to a
corner and stood with his
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face to the wall for a good five minutes. At the end of that time he faced
them with a more cheerful expression upon his painted face.
"Where is the Saw-Horse you rode here?" he asked the Pumpkinhead.
"Why, I said he was a jewel, and so your man locked him up in the royal
treasury," said Jack.
"It was the only place I could think of your Majesty," added the Soldier,
fearing he had made a blunder.
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