"What about her?" said the guard, staring at the Witch suspiciously.
"She's our friend, too," said the Tin Woodman.
"I don't believe you," said the guardian, and he slammed the little door shut.
The Tin Woodman banged on the door with his fist.
"Go away!" shouted the guardian.
The Tin Woodman banged on the door again, this time using his ax handle.
"I said, GO AWAY!" The guardian was obviously getting quite perturbed.
"What shall we do now?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"Let me try a different tactic," said Dorothy. She knocked on the door lightly and said, "Please open the door. We can explain."
The little door opened slowly. "I'll say you need to explain," said the guardian. "Nobody has a Wicked Witch for a friend — except another Wicked Witch."