of them could be seen from the shore.
“The fanthe magic is in the fan!” gasped Happy Toko, jumping up and embracing the Scarecrow.
“Why what do you mean?” asked the Scarecrow, closing the fan with a snap. Happy’s answer was drowned in a huge splash. As soon as the fan closed, down whirled the king’s army into the sea, and each man struck the water with such force that the spray rose high as a sky-scraper. And not till then did the Scarecrow realize the power of the little fan he had been saving for Dorothy.
“Saved!” screamed Happy Toko, dancing up and down. “Hurrah for the Emperor!”
The Emperor, without a plan,
Has won the victory with a fan.
The Silver Islanders had paused in their fight at the queer noises coming from the harbor, and now all of them, hearing Tappy Oko’s cries, came crowding down to the shore and were soon cheering themselves hoarse. No wonder! The drenched soldiers of the enemy king were climbing swiftly back into their boats, and when they were all aboard the Scarecrow waved his fan sidewise (he did not want to blow them up again) and the ships swept out of the harbor so fast that the water was churned to silver suds
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