The Saw-Horse, finding himself alive, seemed even more astonished than Tip. He rolled his knotty eyes from side to side, taking a first wondering view of the world in which he had now so important an existence.
Then he tried to look at himself; but he had, indeed, no neck to turn; so that in the endeavor to see his body he kept circling around and around, without catching even a glimpse of it.
His legs were stiff and awkward, for there were no knee-joints in them; so that presently he bumped against Jack Pumpkinhead and sent that personage tumbling upon the moss that lined the roadside.
Tip became alarmed at this accident, as well as at the persistence of the Saw-Horse in prancing around in a circle; so he called out: 'Whoa! Whoa, there!
' The Saw-Horse paid no attention whatever to this command, and the next instant brought one of his wooden legs down upon Tip’s foot so forcibly that the boy danced away in pain to a safer distance, from where he again yelled: 'Whoa! Whoa, I say!
' Jack had now managed to raise himself to a sitting position, and he looked at the Saw-Horse with much interest. 'I don’t believe the animal can hear you,' he remarked. 'I shout loud enough, don’t I? ' answered Tip, angrily.
'Yes; but the horse has no ears,' said the smiling Pumpkinhead. 'Sure enough! ' exclaimed Tip, noting the fact for the first time. 'How, then, am I going to stop him? ' But at that instant the Saw-Horse stopped himself, having concluded it was impossible to see his own body.
He saw Tip, however, and came close to the boy to observe him more fully. It was really comical to see the creature walk; for it moved the legs on its right side