The Scarecrow and Dorothy looked at each other in dismay. Surely enough the Knight had stopped growing, and it was all they could do to hold him down to earth, for the stubborn branch of bean stalk was trying to straighten up. They had fallen quite a distance from the palace itself and all the people of Oz had their backs turned, so had not seen their singular arrival.
"Hello!" called the Scarecrow loudly. Then, "Help! Help!" as the Knight jerked him twice into the air. But Ozma, Trot, Jack Pumpkinhead and all the rest were staring upward and talking so busily among themselves that they did not hear either Dorothy's or the Scarecrow's cries. First one, then the other was snatched off his feet and, although Sir Hokus, with tears in his eyes, begged them to leave him to his fate, they held on with all their might. Just as it looked as if they all three would fly into the air again the little Wizard of Oz happened to turn around.
"Look! Look!" he cried, tugging Ozma's sleeve. "Why, it's Dorothy!" gasped Ozma, rubbing her eyes. "It's Dorothy and—"
"Help! Help!" screamed the Scarecrow, one arm wildly. Without waiting another second all
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