Ole Man Pumpkin didn't say anything, but just grinned and grinned with his big eyes and old yellow teeth.
"There is a cap'talist now, standing before you!" shouted Mr. Scarecrow, and his wrists flapped right at Jehosophat, "away with him!"
"Away with him!" shouted one and all--the Little Red Apples, the Shiny Pie Pans, Mr. Stuckup the Turkey, and the Tall Corn Soldiers; and all the time Ole Man Pumpkin kept grinning and grinning, as if he were enjoying himself most cruelly.
Then Mr. Scarecrow said in a solemn voice:
"Soldiers, do your duty with the prisoner!"
And all at once two Tall Corn Soldiers stood on each side of him, grabbed him by one arm, and growled:
"About face--forward march!"
And the first thing he knew, he was being hustled very swiftly over towards the Pond.
The Little Red Apples and the Shiny Pie Pans rolled on ahead, chattering gaily to each other; Mr. Stuckup marched on very pompously; Ole Man Pumpkin bumped along just in front; the two Corn Soldiers marched by his side; and a lot of others pricked him from behind with their sharp, cruel spears.
What were they going to do with him? That was the question.