“Very much afraid.”
“Afraid, at what? At the Flaming Tinman? Don’t be afraid of him. He won’t come back, and if he did, he shouldn’t touch you in this state. I’d fight him for you, but he won’t come back, so you needn’t be afraid of him.”
“I’m not afraid of the Flaming Tinman.”
“What, then, are you afraid of?”
“The evil one.”
“The evil one,” said the girl “where is he?”
“Coming upon me.”
“Never heed,” said the girl, “I’ll stand by you.”
CHAPTER LXXXVII.
Hubbub of Voices—No Offence—Nodding—The Guests.