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"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the Chief, and the

other Homers at once roared with laughter.
"What's funny?" inquired the Scarecrow sternly.

"Don't you see?" asked Diksey, who had
laughed even harder than the others. "That's a

joke. It's by odds the best joke I ever made.
You walk with your legs, and so that's the way

you walk, and your legs are the ways. See? So,
when you mend your legs, you mend your ways.

Ho, ho, ho! hee, hee! I'd no idea I could make
such a fine joke!"

"Just wonderful!" echoed the Chief. "How do you
manage to do it, Diksey?"

"I don't know," said Diksey modestly. "Perhaps
it's the radium, but I rather think it's my

splendid intellect."
If you don't quit it," the Scarecrow told him,

"there'll be a worse war than the one you've
escaped from."

Ojo had been deep in thought, and now he
asked the Chief: "Is there a dark well in any

part of your country?"
"A dark well? None that ever I heard of," was

the answer.
"Oh, yes," said Diksey, who overheard the

boy's question. "There's a very dark well down
in my radium mine."

"Is there any water in it?" Ojo eagerly asked.
"Can't say; I've never looked to see. But we

can find out."
So, as soon as the Scarecrow was mended,

they decided to go with Diksey to the mine.
When Dorothy had patted the straw man into

shape again he declared he felt as good as new
and equal to further adventures.

"Still," said he, "I prefer not to do picket
duty again. High life doesn't seem to agree with

my constitution." And then they hurried away
to escape the laughter of the Homers, who

thought this was another joke.
Chapter Twenty-Four

Ojo Finds the Darkwell
They now followed Diksey to the farther end of

the great cave, beyond the Horner city, where
there were several round, dark holes leading into

the ground in a slanting direction. Diksey went to
one of these holes and said:

"Here is the mine in which lies the dark well
you are seeking. Follow me and step care fully and

I'll lead you to the place."
He went in first and after him came Ojo, and

then Dorothy, with the Scarecrow behind her.
The Patchwork Girl entered last of all, for Toto

kept close beside his little mistress.
A few steps beyond the mouth of the opening it

was pitch dark. "You won't lose your way, though,"
said the Homer, "for there's only one way to go.

The mine's mine and I know every step of the way.
How's that for a joke, eh? The mine's mine." Then

he chuckled gleefully as they followed him
silently down the steep slant. The hole was just

big enough to permit them to walk upright,
although the Scarecrow, being much the taller of

the party, often had to bend his head to keep from
hitting the top.

The floor of the tunnel was difficult to walk
upon because it had been worn smooth as glass, and

pretty soon Scraps, who was some distance behind
the others, slipped and fell head foremost. At

once she began to slide downward, so swiftly that
when she came to the Scarecrow she knocked him off

his feet and sent him tumbling against Dorothy,
who tripped up Ojo. The boy fell against the

Horner, so that all went tumbling down the slide
in a regular mix-up, unable to see where they were

going because of the darkness.
Fortunately, when they reached the bottom the

Scarecrow and Scraps were in front, and the others
bumped against them, so that no one was hurt. They

found themselves in a vast cave which was dimly
lighted by the tiny grains of radium that lay

scattered among the loose rocks.
"Now," said Diksey, when they had all re

gained their feet, "I will show you where the
dark well is. This is a big place, but if we hold

fast to each other we won't get lost."
They took hold of hands and the Homer led

them into a dark corner, where he halted.
"Be careful," said he warningly. "The well is

at your feet."
"All right," replied Ojo, and kneeling down

he felt in the well with his hand and found
that it contained a quantity of water. "Where's

the gold flask, Dorothy?" he asked, and the
little girl handed him the flask, which she had

brought with her.
Ojo knelt again and by feeling carefully in

the dark managed to fill the flask with the
unseen water that was in the well. Then he

screwed the top of the flask firmly in place and
put the precious water in his pocket.

"All right!" he said again, in a glad voice;
"now we can go back."

They returned to the mouth of the tunnel and
began to creep cautiously up the incline. This

time they made Scraps stay behind, for fear she
would slip again; but they all managed to get up

in safety and the Munchkin boy was very happy when
he stood in the Horner city and realized that the

water from the dark well, which he and his friends
had traveled so far to secure, was safe in his

jacket pocket.
Chapter Twenty-Five

They Bribe the Lazy Quadling
"Now," said Dorothy, as they stood on the mountain

path, having left behind them the cave in which
dwelt the Hoppers and the Horners, "I think we

must find a road into the Country of the Winkies,
for there is where Ojo wants to go next."

"Is there such a road?" asked the Scarecrow.
"I don't know," she replied. "I s'pose we can go

back the way we came, to Jack Pumpkinhead's house,
and then turn into the Winkie Country; but that

seems like running 'round a haystack, doesn't it?"
"Yes," said the Scarecrow. "What is the next

thing Ojo must get?"
"A yellow butterfly," answered the boy.

"That means the Winkie Country, all right,
for it's the yellow country of Oz," remarked

Dorothy. "I think, Scarecrow, we ought to take
him to the Tin Woodman, for he's the Emp'ror

of the Winkies and will help us to find what
Ojo wants."

"Of course," replied the Scarecrow, brightening
at the suggestion. "The Tin Woodman will do

anything we ask him, for he's one of my dearest
friends. I believe we can take a crosscut into his

country and so get to his castle a day sooner
than if we travel back the way we came."

"I think so, too," said the girl; "and that means
we must keep to the left."

They were obliged to go down the mountain before
they found any path that led in the direction they

wanted to go, but among the tumbled rocks at the
foot of the mountain was a faint trail which they

decided to follow. Two or three hours walk along
this trail brought them to a clear, level country,

where there were a few farms and some scattered
houses. But they knew they were still in the

Country of the Quadlings, because everything had a
bright red color. Not that the trees and grasses

were red, but the fences and houses were painted
that color and all the wild-flowers that bloomed

by the wayside had red blossoms. This part of the
Quadling Country seemed peaceful and prosperous,

if rather lonely, and the road was more distinct
and easier to follow.

But just as they were congratulating themselves
upon the progress they had made they came upon a

broad river which swept along between high banks,
and here the road ended and there was no bridge of

any sort to allow them to cross.
"This is queer," mused Dorothy, looking at

the water reflectively. "Why should there be
any road, if the river stops everyone walking

along it?"
"Wow!" said Toto, gazing earnestly into her

face.
"That's the best answer you'll get," declared

the Scarecrow, with his comical smile, "for no
one knows any more than Toto about this road."

Said Scraps:
"Ev'ry time I see a river,

I have chills that make me shiver,
For I never can forget

All the water's very wet.
If my patches get a soak

It will be a sorry joke;
So to swim I'll never try

Till I find the water dry."
"Try to control yourself, Scraps," said Ojo;

you re getting crazy again. No one intends to swim
that river."

"No," decided Dorothy, "we couldn't swim it
if we tried. It's too big a river, and the water

moves awful fast."
"There ought to be a ferryman with a boat,"

said the Scarecrow; "but I don't see any."
"Couldn't we make a raft?" suggested Ojo.

"There's nothing to make one of," answered
Dorothy.

"Wow!" said Toto again, and Dorothy saw he
was looking along the bank of the river.

"Why, he sees a house over there!" cried the
little girl. "I wonder we didn't notice it

ourselves. Let's go and ask the people how to
get 'cross the river."

A quarter of a mile along the bank stood a
small, round house, painted bright red, and as

it was on their side of the river they hurried
toward it. A chubby little man, dressed all in



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