The shaggy man flew after them, head first, and lighted in a heap
beside Toto, who, being much excited at the time, seized one of the
donkey ears between his teeth and shook and worried it as hard as he
could, growling angrily. The shaggy man made the little dog let go,
and sat up to look around him.
Dorothy was feeling one of her front teeth, which was loosened by
knocking against her knee as she fell. Polly was looking sorrowfully
at a rent in her pretty gauze gown, and Button-Bright's fox head had
stuck fast in a gopher hole and he was wiggling his little fat legs
frantically in an effort to get free.
Otherwise they were unhurt by the adventure; so the shaggy man stood
up and pulled Button-Bright out of the hole and went to the edge of
the desert to look at the sand-boat. It was a mere mass of splinters
now, crushed out of shape against the rocks. The wind had torn away
the sail and carried it to the top of a tall tree, where the fragments
of it fluttered like a white flag.
"Well," he said, cheerfully, "we're here; but where the here is
I don't know."
"It must be some part of the Land of Oz," observed Dorothy, coming to
his side.
"Must it?"
"'Course it must. We're across the desert, aren't we? And somewhere
in the middle of Oz is the Emerald City."
"To be sure," said the shaggy man, nodding. "Let's go there.
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