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"
Run
!
"
screamed
the
yellow
hen
,
fluttering
away
in
great
fright
.
"
It
’
s
a
Wheeler
!
"
"
A
Wheeler
?
"
exclaimed
Dorothy
.
"
What
can
that
be
?
"
"
Don
’
t
you
remember
the
warning
in
the
sand
:
’
Beware
the
Wheelers
’
?
Run
,
I
tell
you
-
-
run
!
"
So
Dorothy
ran
,
and
the
Wheeler
gave
a
sharp
,
wild
cry
and
came
after
her
in
full
chase
.
Looking
over
her
shoulder
as
she
ran
,
the
girl
now
saw
a
great
procession
of
Wheelers
emerging
from
the
forest
-
-
dozens
and
dozens
of
them
-
-
all
clad
in
splendid
,
tight
-
fitting
garments
and
all
rolling
swiftly
toward
her
and
uttering
their
wild
,
strange
cries
.
"
They
’
re
sure
to
catch
us
!
"
panted
the
girl
,
who
was
still
carrying
the
heavy
dinner
-
pail
she
had
picked
.
"
I
can
’
t
run
much
farther
,
Billina
.
"
"
Climb
up
this
hill
,
-
-
quick
!
"
said
the
hen
;
and
Dorothy
found
she
was
very
near
to
the
heap
of
loose
and
jagged
rocks
they
had
passed
on
their
way
to
the
forest
.
The
yellow
hen
was
even
now
fluttering
among
the
rocks
,
and
Dorothy
followed
as
best
she
could
,
half
climbing
and
half
tumbling
up
the
rough
and
rugged
steep
.
She
was
none
too
soon
,
for
the
foremost
Wheeler
reached
the
hill
a
moment
after
her
;
but
while
the
girl
scrambled
up
the
rocks
the
creature
stopped
short
with
howls
of
rage
and
disappointment
.
Dorothy
now
heard
the
yellow
hen
laughing
,
in
her
cackling
,
henny
way
.
"
Don
’
t
hurry
,
my
dear
,
"
cried
Billina
.
