Chapter Fifteen
Did I say everyone? Well, not quite everyone had fallen under the strange spell. Tik Tok, Scraps, and the Scarecrow, who had never slept in their lives, were still wide awake, and regarding their companions with astonishment and alarm. The Tin Woodman was taking things calmly, oiling up his joints and polishing his tin jacket with silver polish.
"This is no time to sleep," cried the Scarecrow, shaking Sir Hokus. "I say-wake up!" But all their efforts to arouse their companions were in vain.
"En-chant-ment," said the Copper Man. "Some-" With a click and a whirr Tik Tok's machinery ran down, and as Scraps and the Scarecrow were too upset to think of winding him, he stood as silent and dumb as the rest.
"What shall we do?" cried the Scarecrow, seizing Scraps' arm. "Jump out of the window and go for help, or stay here and guard the palace?"
Scraps looked out of the window. "Stay here," shuddered the Patch Work Girl, drawing in her head quickly.
"Then," said the Scarecrow, "let us arm ourselves and prepare to withstand any attack." He snatched up a pair of fire tongs and Scraps grasped the poker. Falling into step, the two marched from the top to
