"The cave men," whispered Orpah, quickening his pace. "They are coming to get you."
"They won't get me," blustered Benny, brandishing his umbrella in one hand and the rock in the other.
"Why, they're shadows!" cried Trot, seizing the Scarecrow's arm. "Live shadows."
"Silhouettes," corrected the mer-man, placing himself boldly in front of the little girl.
Rushing along both sides of the wall, came the cave men, shouting and yelling and waving their shadow swords and clubs. You have seen the pictures of Egyptian silhouettes carved on old tombs and walls? Well, the cave men were like that, except that they could move and talk.
"Pooh! Who's afraid?" stuttered Trot, as the threatening shadows swept along each side of the cave.
"Surrender!" called a blue shade, armed with a long spear. "Surrender in the name of King Silly the Second."
