But this did not seem to please either of his
companions.

"I'd like to see what Loonville looks like," remarked
the Tin Woodman.

"When one travels, it is foolish to miss any
interesting sight," added the Scarecrow.

"But a warning means danger," protested Woot the
Wanderer, "and I believe it sensible to keep out of
danger whenever we can."

They made no reply to this speech for a while. Then
said the Scarecrow:

"I have escaped so many dangers, during my lifetime,
that I am not much afraid of anything that can happen."

"Nor am I!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman, swinging his
glittering axe around his tin head, in a series of
circles. "Few things can injure tin, and my axe is a
powerful weapon to use against a foe. But our boy
friend," he continued, looking solemnly at Woot, "might
perhaps be injured if the people of Loonville are
really dangerous; so I propose he waits here while you
and I, Friend Scarecrow, visit the forbidden City of
Loonville."

"Don't worry about me," advised Woot, calmly.