Dorothy Opens the Dinner Pail“Now t****k,” said Dorothy, “the first thing to be done is to find a way for us to escape from these rocks. The Wheelers are down below, you know, and threaten to kill us.”
“There is no rea-son to be a-fraid of the Wheel-ers,” said t****k, the words coming more slowly than before.
“Why not?” she asked.
“Be-cause they are ag-g-g—gr-gr-r-r-”
He gave a sort of gurgle and stopped short, waving his hands frantically until suddenly he became motionless, with one arm in the air and the other held stiffly before him with all the copper fingers of the hand spread out like a fan.
“Dear me!” said Dorothy, in a frightened tone. “What can the matter be?”
“He’s run down, I suppose,” said the hen, calmly. “You couldn’t have wound him up very tight.”
“I didn’t know how
