"We could very well be attacked by the Wicked Witch. You
will never get to Lion Country alone, for there are dangerous swamps,
and only we know the way. Besides, you would be very foolish to continue
with this mission. You are not only endangering your own life, but also
the lives of your companions. You must return at once!"
"But I cannot!" exclaimed Dorothy, almost in tears. "We have come so
far, and we must go on. This is very important to us -- to all of Oz."
"Hmmm," said the leader again. "We must have another conference."
Once again, the Girrephalumps went into a huddle. This time they took
much longer.
At length he returned, but looked very solemn. "Well," he said after
looking at Dorothy for a long time. "The majority vote has predominated.
But this is very unwise of you to insist on going on. If we are attacked
we will desert you and you will die in the swamps. Do you understand?"
Dorothy looked at the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow, and swallowed.
"Yes," she said. "We do."
"Very well; so be it!" the leader replied.
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