"Ah yes!" murmured the Scarecrow, frowning thoughtfully. "Was that his fleet coming into the harbor?"
The Grand Chew Chew jumped up in astonishment. "How could your Highness see the fleet from here?" he stuttered.
"Not from here—there," said the Scarecrow, pointing upward and winking at Happy Toko. "My Highness goes very high, you see!"
"Your Majesty does not seem to realize the seriousness of the matter," choked the Grand Chew Chew. "He will set fire to the island and make us all slaves." At this the courtiers began banging their heads distractedly on the grass.
"Set fire to the island!" exclaimed the Scarecrow, jumping to his feet. "Then peace to my ashes! Tappy, will you see that they are sent back to Oz?"
"Save us! Save us!" screamed the frightened Silvermen.
"The prophecy of the bean stalk has promised that you would save us. You are the Emperor Chang Wang Woe," persisted the Grand Chew Chew waving his long arms.
"Woe is me," murmured the Scarecrow, clasping his yellow gloves. "But let me think."
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