glancing at uncle henry for a moment from one of his eyes which were knots in the wood, the sawhorse turned, as soon as uncle henry was mounted, and dashed down the stable driveway into the street leading to the gates of the emerald city. once outside the city, the sawhorse ran so swiftly that its legs, which were merely sticks of wood which ozma had caused to be shod with gold, fairly twinkled. it sped with a rolling, cradle-like motion over fields and hills, and uncle henry had to hold on for dear life.