“A sawhorse is a thing they saw boards on,” remarked Jim, with a sniff.

“It is when it’s not alive,” acknowledged the girl. “But this sawhorse can trot as fast as you can, Jim; and he’s very wise, too.”

“Pah! I’ll race the miserable wooden donkey any day in the week!” cried the cab-horse.

Dorothy did not reply to that. She felt that Jim would know more about the Sawhorse later on.

The time dragged wearily enough to the eager watchers, but finally the Wizard announced that four o’clock had arrived, and Dorothy caught up the kitten and began to make the signal that had been agreed upon to the faraway invisible Ozma.

“Nothing seems to happen,” said Zeb, doubtfully.

“Oh, we must give Ozma time to put on the Magic Belt,” replied the girl.