to carry her away the Bold Tin Soldier thrust his sword at the dog
and pricked him on the paw.

"Ouch! Oh, dear! I must have run a thorn into my foot!" howled the
dog.

"No, it was not a thorn. It was my sword that pricked you," said the
Bold Tin Soldier. "I only stuck you a little bit this first time,
but if you keep on teasing my friend, Miss Sawdust Doll, I shall
have to do something worse. You had better run away!"

"Yes, I think I had," howled the dog. "I didn't know your sword was
so sharp. Ouch, my paw hurts!"

"Well, I am sorry I had to hurt you," said the Captain. "But if you
had behaved yourself it would not have happened."

"I'll put a grass poultice on it," said the Sawdust Doll. "I know
something about nursing, for once in a while Dorothy pretends I am
in a hospital. I'll bind some grass on your foot, Mr. Dog, if you
will promise to let me alone."

"Yes, I'll do that," was the barking answer. "And I am sorry I was
so unkind to you. Please forgive me!"

The Sawdust Doll said she would. Then the Bold Tin Soldier, with the
same sword that had pricked the dog, cut some grass, and it was
bound on the dog's paw. The sword prick was not a very deep one, and
would soon heal. Then, limping on three legs, the dog ran away, and
the toys were left to themselves once more.