“If the only way to get home is to meet the Gurgles, then we’ve got to meet ’em. They can’t be worse than the Wicked Witch or the Nome King.”

“But you must remember you had the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman to help you conquer those enemies,” suggested the Wizard. “Just now, my dear, there is not a single warrior in your company.”

“Oh, I guess Zeb could fight if he had to. Couldn’t you, Zeb?” asked the little girl.

“Perhaps; if I had to,” answered Zeb, doubtfully.

“And you have the jointed sword that you chopped the veg’table Sorcerer in two with,” the girl said to the little man.

“True,” he replied; “and in my satchel are other useful things to fight with.”