Leaning over, Trot and Philador saw the farmer sitting in the middle of the road mopping his forehead, and they laughingly agreed that traveling on High Boy was the most interesting experience they had yet had. The Scarecrow was still uneasy about his stuffing, but even he was enjoying the ride, pointing out all the sights to Benny and the medicine man, and explaining all the treats in store when they reached the Emerald City.
"I cannot imagine who carried you to the Ozure Isles. Are you sure it was not the blue gull?" questioned Philador, as High Boy jogged comfortably along the blue highway.
"No, it was a man with golden wings," insisted Trot positively, "and he must have been terribly strong to have carried Benny all that way."
As Philador still puzzled over the strange bird-man, she called out suddenly: "Why, we must have gone right by Jinjur's house!"
"So we have!" muttered the Scarecrow, looking back regretfully. "She'd have given you some fine ginger-bread, too."
