"A sawhorse is a thing they saw boards on," remarked Jim, with a sniff.
But this sawhorse can trot as fast as you can, Jim; and he's very wise, too.
The Sawhorse stopped at the same time and stared at the other with its queer protruding eyes, which were mere knots in the log that formed its body.
Jim's eyes stuck out as much as those of the Sawhorse, and he stared at the creature with his ears erect and his long head drawn back until it rested against his arched neck.
"I'm a Sawhorse," replied the other.
"I do not doubt it," the Sawhorse observed, with a tone of pride.
"I can see the bones all right," replied the Sawhorse, "and they are admirable and distinct.
Jim did not know, but he would not tell the Sawhorse that.
Jim was in the act of plunging down the path to escape when the Sawhorse cried out:
But the Sawhorse introduced the stranger in a calm tone, saying:
"Is not the Real Horse a beautiful animal?" asked the Sawhorse admiringly.
"It isn't that," said the Sawhorse, modestly; "but I never tire, and you do."
"Then why not race with the Sawhorse?" enquired the Scarecrow.
So they unharnessed Jim and took the saddle off the Sawhorse, and the two queerly matched animals were stood side by side for the start.
But the Sawhorse was swifter than the wind.
I was wrong to kick the Sawhorse, and I am sorry I became angry at him.
There was more applause at this, and then Ozma had the jewelled saddle replaced upon the Sawhorse and herself rode the victor back to the city at the head of the grand procession.