Ojo, looking between the pickets; and there, also, were the Champion and many other Hoppers.
Diksey went close to the fence and said:
“My good Hoppers, I wish to explain that what I said about you was a joke. You have but one leg each, and we have two legs each. Our legs are under us, whether one or two, and we stand on them. So, when I said you had less understanding than we, I did not mean that you had less understanding, you understand, but that you had less standundering, so to speak. Do you understand that?”
The Hoppers thought it over carefully. Then one said:
“That is clear enough; but where does the joke come in?’”
Dorothy laughed, for she couldn’t help it, although all the others were solemn enough.
“I’ll tell you where the joke comes in,” she said, and took the Hoppers away to a distance, where the Horners could not hear them. “You know,” she then explained, “those neighbors of yours are not very bright, poor things, and what they think is a joke isn’t a joke at all—it’s true, don’t you see?”
“True that we have less understanding?” asked the Champion.
“Yes; it’s true because you don’t understand such a poor joke; if you did, you’d be no wiser than they are.”
“Ah, yes; of course,” they answered, looking very wise.
“So I’ll tell you what to do,” continued Dorothy. “Laugh at their poor joke and tell ‘em it’s pretty good for a Horner. Then they won’t dare say you have less understanding, because you understand as much as they do.”
The Hoppers looked at one another questioningly and blinked their eyes and tried to think what it all meant; but they couldn’t figure it out.
“What do you think, Champion?” asked one of them.
“I think it is dangerous to think of this thing any more than we can help,” he replied. “Let us do as this girl says and laugh with the Horners, so as to make them believe we see the joke. Then there will be peace again and no need to fight.”
They readily agreed to this and returned to the fence laughing as loud and as hard as they could, although they didn’t feel like laughing a bit. The Horners were much surprised.
“That’s a fine joke—for a Horner—and we are much pleased with it,” said the Champion, speaking between the pickets. “But please don’t do it again.”
“I won’t,” promised Diksey. “If I think of another such joke I’ll try to forget it.”
“Good!” cried the Chief Horner. “The war is over and peace is declared.”
There was much joyful shouting on both sides of the fence and the gate was unlocked and thrown wide open, so that Scraps was able to rejoin her friends.
“What about the Scarecrow?” she asked Dorothy.
“We must get him down, somehow or other,” was the reply.
“Perhaps the Horners can find a way,” suggested Ojo. So they all went through the gate and Dorothy asked the Chief Horner how they could get the Scarecrow off the fence. The Chief didn’t know how, but Diksey said:
“A ladder’s the thing.”
“Have you one?” asked Dorothy.
“To be sure. We use ladders in our mines,” said he. Then he ran away to get the ladder, and while he was gone the Horners gathered around and welcomed the strangers to their country, for through them a great war had been avoided.
In a little while Diksey came back with a tall ladder which he placed against the fence. Ojo at once climbed to the top of the ladder and Dorothy went about halfway up and Scraps stood at the foot of it. Toto ran around it and barked. Then Ojo pulled the Scarecrow away from the picket and passed him down to Dorothy, who in turn lowered him to the Patchwork Girl.
As soon as he was on his feet and standing on solid ground the Scarecrow said:
“Much obliged. I feel much better. I’m not stuck on that picket any more.”
The Horners began to laugh, thinking this was a joke, but the Scarecrow shook himself and patted his straw a little and said to Dorothy: “Is there much of a hole in my back?”
The little girl examined him carefully.
“There’s quite a hole,” she said. “But I’ve got a needle and thread in the knapsack and I’ll sew you up again.”
“Do so,” he begged earnestly, and again the Hoppers laughed, to the Scarecrow’s great annoyance.
While Dorothy was sewing up the hole in the straw man’s back Scraps examined the other parts of him.
“One of his legs is ripped, too!” she exclaimed.
“Oho!” cried little Diksey; “that’s bad. Give him the needle and thread and let him mend his ways.”
“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed the Chief, and the other Horners at once roared with laughter.
“What’s funny?” inquired the Scarecrow sternly.
“Don’t you see?” asked Diksey, who had laughed even harder than the others. “That’s a joke. It’s by odds the best joke I ever made. You walk with your legs, and so that’s the way you walk, and your legs are the ways. See? So, when you mend your legs, you mend your ways. Ho, ho, ho! hee, hee! I’d no idea I could make such a fine joke!”
“Just wonderful!” echoed the Chief. “How do you manage to do it, Diksey?”
“I don’t know,” said Diksey modestly. “Perhaps it’s the radium, but I rather think it’s my splendid intellect.”
“If you don’t quit it,” the Scarecrow told him, “there’ll be a worse war than the one you’ve escaped from.”
Ojo had been deep in thought, and now he asked the Chief: “Is there a dark well in any part of your country?”
“A dark well? None that ever I heard of,” was the answer.
“Oh, yes,” said Diksey, who overheard the boy’s question. “There’s a very dark well down in my radium mine.”
“Is there any water in it?” Ojo eagerly asked.
“Can’t say; I’ve never looked to see. But we can find out.”
So, as soon as the Scarecrow was mended, they decided to go with Diksey to the mine. When Dorothy had patted the straw man into shape again he declared he felt as good as new and equal to further adventures.
“Still,” said he, “I prefer not to do picket duty again. High life doesn’t seem to agree with my constitution.” And then they hurried away to escape the laughter of the Horners, who thought this was another joke.
24. Ojo
