Nor did the impetuous charger stop then. Once outside the walls of the
Emerald City he dashed along the road to the West with fast and violent
leaps that shook the breath out of the boy and filled the Scarecrow with
wonder.
Jack had ridden at this mad rate once before, so he devoted every effort to
holding, with both hands, his pumpkin head upon its stick, enduring meantime
the dreadful jolting with the courage of a philosopher.
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THE WOODEN STEED GAVE ONE FINAL LEAP
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"Slow him up! Slow him up!" shouted the Scarecrow. "My straw is all shaking
down into my legs."
But Tip had no breath to speak, so the Saw-Horse continued his wild career
unchecked and with unabated speed.
Presently they came to the banks of a wide river, and without a pause the
wooden steed gave one final leap and launched them all in mid-air.
A second later they were rolling, splashing and bobbing about in the water,
the horse struggling frantically to find a rest for its feet and its riders
being first plunged beneath the rapid current and then floating upon the
surface like corks.
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109 The Journey to the Tin Woodman
Tip was well soaked and dripping water from every angle of his body.
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