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Chapter Eight - The Menace of the Forest

"Quick!" cried Polychrome the Canary; "we must hurry, or Mrs. Yoop may

find some way to recapture us, even now. Let us get out of her Valley as

soon as possible."

So they set off toward the east, moving as swiftly as they could, and for a

long time they could hear the yells and struggles of the imprisoned Giantess.

The Green Monkey could run over the ground very swiftly, and he carried

with him the bird-cage containing Polychrome the Rain-bow's Daughter.

Also the Tin Owl could skip and fly along at a good rate of speed, his

feathers rattling against one another with a tinkling sound as he moved. But

the little Brown Bear, being stuffed with straw, was a clumsy traveler and

the others had to wait for him to follow.

However, they were not very long in reaching the ridge that led out of Mrs.

Yoop's Valley, and when they had passed this ridge and descended into the

next valley they stopped to rest, for the Green Monkey was tired.

I believe we are safe, now," said Polychrome, when her cage was set down

and the others had all gathered around it, "for Mrs. Yoop dares not go

outside of her own Valley, for fear of being captured by her enemies. So we

may take our time to consider what to do next."

"I'm afraid poor Mrs. Yoop will starve to death, if no one lets her out of her

bedroom," said Woot, who had a heart as kind as that of the Tin Woodman.

We've taken her Magic Apron away, and now the doors will never open."

Don't worry about that," advised Polychrome. "Mrs. Yoop has plenty of

magic left to console her."

"Are you sure of that?" asked the Green Monkey.

"Yes, for I've been watching her for weeks," said the Canary. "She has six

magic hairpins, which she wears in her hair, and a magic ring which she

wears on her thumb and which is invisible to all eyes except those of a fairy,

and magic bracelets on both her ankles. So I am positive that she will

manage to find a way out of her prison."

She might transform the door into an archway," suggested the little Brown

Bear.

That would be easy for her," said the Tin Owl; "but I'm glad she was too

angry to think of that before we got out of her Valley."

The Tin Woodman of Oz