"Indeed it was," answered the Scarecrow. "The Lion was the one who saved
us."
"He certainly did," replied Dorothy. "And we're all very proud of you,"
she said, turning to the Lion.
"Well, quite truthfully," said the Lion, "I didn't feel all that brave
inside."
"But you had the courage to defend us," said the Tin Woodman. "And
that's the important thing. Besides, you got us out of the situation,
didn't you?"
"I hope we don't have to return this way," replied the Lion. "I don't
think I could pull it off again."
"Let's look at the map," said Dorothy. The Tin Woodman opened the little
door in his side, pulled out the map, and spread it out on the ground.
"Let's see," said the girl. "We're here," she added, pointing her finger
to the border between Octapongland and Colorland. "Why don't we stay
here overnight," she said, "and get an early start in the morning?"
"That's fine with me," yawned the Lion.
Dorothy walked down to a little stream close by and sat down on its
grassy bank. Little wildflowers were everywhere, and the crystal-clear
water bubbled with life as it cascaded into a miniature waterfall.
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