"Oh, my poor friend!" thought the White Rocking Horse, not daring to
speak out loud, of course. "I hope you are not killed."

And I am glad to say that the Tin Soldier Captain was not. He was
not even hurt, for the rocker of the horse had gone over his sword,
instead of over one of the legs or arms of the toy chap. The
Soldier's sword had been run over and broken off, scabbard and all.
And the scabbard, or case in which the sword was kept, and the sword
itself were lying on the floor, not far from the Captain.

"Dear me, what a sad accident!" thought the White Rocking Horse.

And the Bold Tin Soldier was thinking to himself:

"Well, it is lucky I am not hurt, but it is dreadful to have my
sword broken off. My men may think I am no longer their captain, and
they may not obey me. Oh, dear, I am no good any more!"

"I wonder if the rough boy will break me?" thought the Lamb on
Wheels, as Tad dragged her around the room.

But Tad seemed more gentle with the Lamb, or else perhaps he was
tired of playing with the toys. For all he did was to drag the
woolly plaything around the room a few times, and then he let go the
string.

"I'm hungry!" said Tad out loud. "I'm going to get my mother to ask
Dorothy's mother to give me something to eat!"