“Of course they would!” declared Dorothy.  “They are still proud of their former Wizard, and often speak of you kindly.”

“Do you happen to know whatever became of the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow?” he enquired.

“They live in Oz yet,” said the girl, “and are very important people.”

“And the Cowardly Lion?”

“Oh, he lives there too, with his friend the Hungry Tiger; and Billina is there, because she liked the place better than Kansas, and wouldn’t go with me to Australia.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know the Hungry Tiger and Billina,” said the Wizard, shaking his head.  “Is Billina a girl?”

“No; she’s a yellow hen, and a great friend of mine.  You’re sure to like Billina, when you know her,” asserted Dorothy.

“Your friends sound like a menagerie,” remarked Zeb, uneasily.  “Couldn’t you wish me in some safer place than Oz.”

“Don’t worry,” replied the girl.  “You’ll just love the folks in Oz, when you get acquainted.  What time is it, Mr. Wizard?”

The little man looked at his watch—­a big silver one that he carried in his vest pocket.

“Half-past three,” he said.

“Then we must wait for half an hour,” she continued; “but it won’t take long, after that, to carry us all to the Emerald City.”

They sat silently thinking for a time.  Then Jim suddenly asked: 

“Are there any horses in Oz?”

“Only one,” replied Dorothy, “and he’s a sawhorse.”

“A what?”

“A sawhorse.  Princess Ozma once brought him to life with a witch-powder, when she was a boy.”

“Was Ozma once a boy?” asked Zeb, wonderingly.

“Yes; a wicked witch enchanted her, so she could not rule her kingdom.  But she’s a girl now, and the sweetest, loveliest girl in all the world.”

“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 Saw-Horse 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 far-away invisible Ozma.

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

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

She had scarcely spoken the words then she suddenly disappeared from the cave, and with her went the kitten.  There had been no sound of any kind and no warning.  One moment Dorothy sat beside them with the kitten in her lap, and a moment later the horse, the piglets, the Wizard and the boy were all that remained in the underground prison.