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"
That
is
what
I
advise
,
"
said
the
Wizard
.
"
They
haven
’
t
defeated
us
yet
,
and
Jim
is
worth
a
whole
army
.
"
But
the
Gargoyles
were
clever
enough
not
to
attack
the
horse
the
next
time
.
They
advanced
in
a
great
swarm
,
having
been
joined
by
many
more
of
their
kind
,
and
they
flew
straight
over
Jim
’
s
head
to
where
the
others
were
standing
The
Wizard
raised
one
of
his
revolvers
and
fired
into
the
throng
of
his
enemies
,
and
the
shot
resounded
like
a
clap
of
thunder
in
that
silent
place
.
Some
of
the
wooden
beings
fell
flat
upon
the
ground
,
where
they
quivered
and
trembled
in
every
limb
;
but
most
of
them
managed
to
wheel
and
escape
again
to
a
distance
.
Zeb
ran
and
picked
up
one
of
the
Gargoyles
that
lay
nearest
to
him
.
The
top
of
its
head
was
carved
into
a
crown
and
the
Wizard
’
s
bullet
had
struck
it
exactly
in
the
left
eye
,
which
was
a
hard
wooden
knot
.
Half
of
the
bullet
stuck
in
the
wood
and
half
stuck
out
,
so
it
had
been
the
jar
and
the
sudden
noise
that
had
knocked
the
creature
down
,
more
than
the
fact
that
it
was
really
hurt
.
Before
this
crowned
Gargoyle
had
recovered
himself
Zeb
had
wound
a
strap
several
times
around
its
body
,
confining
its
wings
and
arms
so
that
it
could
not
move
.
Then
,
having
tied
the
wooden
creature
securely
,
the
boy
buckled
the
strap
and
tossed
his
prisoner
into
the
buggy
.
By
that
time
the
others
had
all
retired
.
For
a
while
the
enemy
hesitated
to
renew
the
attack
.
Then
a
few
of
them
advanced
until
another
shot
from
the
Wizard
’
s
revolver
made
them
retreat
.
"
That
’
s
fine
,
"
said
Zeb
.
"
We
’
ve
got
’
em
on
the
run
now
,
sure
enough
.
"
"
But
only
for
a
time
,
"
replied
the
Wizard
,
shaking
his
head
gloomily
.
"
These
revolvers
are
good
for
six
shots
each
,
but
when
those
are
gone
we
shall
be
helpless
.
"
The
Gargoyles
seemed
to
realize
this
,
for
they
sent
a
few
of
their
band
time
after
time
to
attack
the
strangers
and
draw
the
fire
from
the
little
man
’
s
revolvers
.
In
this
way
none
of
them
was
shocked
by
the
dreadful
report
more
than
once
,
for
the
main
band
kept
far
away
and
each
time
a
new
company
was
sent
into
the
battle
.
When
the
Wizard
had
fired
all
of
his
twelve
bullets
he
had
caused
no
damage
to
the
enemy
except
to
stun
a
few
by
the
noise
,
and
so
be
as
no
nearer
to
victory
than
in
the
beginning
of
the
fray
.
"
What
shall
we
do
now
?
"
asked
Dorothy
,
anxiously
.
