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"
His
laugh
is
worse
than
another
man
’
s
frown
,
"
said
the
private
,
with
a
shudder
.
"
I
thought
he
was
hon
-
est
,
but
I
was
mis
-
tak
-
en
,
"
remarked
Tiktok
.
"
My
thoughts
are
us
-
u
-
al
-
ly
cor
-
rect
,
but
it
is
Smith
&
Tin
-
ker
’
s
fault
if
they
some
-
times
go
wrong
or
do
not
work
prop
-
er
-
ly
.
"
"
Smith
&
Tinker
made
a
very
good
job
of
you
,
"
said
Ozma
,
kindly
.
"
I
do
not
think
they
should
be
blamed
if
you
are
not
quite
perfect
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
"
replied
Tiktok
.
"
Then
,
"
said
Billina
,
in
her
brisk
little
voice
,
"
let
us
all
go
back
to
the
Nome
King
,
and
see
what
he
has
to
say
for
himself
"
So
they
started
for
the
entrance
,
Ozma
going
first
,
with
the
Queen
and
her
train
of
little
Princes
and
Princesses
following
.
Then
came
Tiktok
,
and
the
Scarecrow
with
Billina
perched
upon
his
straw
-
stuffed
shoulder
.
The
twenty
-
seven
officers
and
the
private
brought
up
the
rear
.
As
they
reached
the
hall
the
doors
flew
open
before
them
;
but
then
they
all
stopped
and
stared
into
the
domed
cavern
with
faces
of
astonishment
and
dismay
.
For
the
room
was
filled
with
the
mail
-
clad
warriors
of
the
Nome
King
,
rank
after
rank
standing
in
orderly
array
.
The
electric
lights
upon
their
brows
gleamed
brightly
,
their
battle
-
axes
were
poised
as
if
to
strike
down
their
foes
;
yet
they
remained
motionless
as
statues
,
awaiting
the
word
of
command
.
And
in
the
center
of
this
terrible
army
sat
the
little
King
upon
his
throne
of
rock
.
But
he
neither
smiled
nor
laughed
.
Instead
,
his
face
was
distorted
with
rage
,
and
most
dreadful
to
behold
.
After
Billina
had
entered
the
palace
Dorothy
and
Evring
sat
down
to
await
the
success
or
failure
of
her
mission
,
and
the
Nome
King
occupied
his
throne
and
smoked
his
long
pipe
for
a
while
in
a
cheerful
and
contented
mood
.
