救援
胆小狮听说恶女巫被一桶水溶化了，非常高兴。多萝西立刻打开囚禁他的牢门，把他放了出来。他们一起走进城堡，多萝西做的第一件事就是把所有的温基人都叫来，告诉他们，他们不再是奴隶了。
黄色的温基人欢欣鼓舞，因为他们多年来一直被迫为恶女巫卖命，而她向来对他们残忍至极。他们把这一天定为节日，从此以后年年如此，用宴饮和舞蹈来庆祝。
“要是我们的朋友稻草人和铁皮樵夫也和我们在一起，”狮子说，“我就完全开心了。”
“你觉得我们能救出他们吗？”女孩焦急地问。
“我们可以试试。”狮子回答。
于是他们叫来黄色的温基人，问他们愿不愿意帮忙救朋友。温基人说，他们很乐意竭尽全力帮助解救了他们、使他们获得自由的多萝西。于是她挑了一些看起来最有见识的温基人，大家就出发了。他们走了一天，又走了第二天的一部分路程，来到岩石平原，铁皮樵夫躺在那里，浑身凹陷弯曲。他的斧头就在身旁，只是斧刃生了锈，斧柄断得只剩一小截。
温基人温柔地把他抱在怀里，抬回黄城堡。一路上，多萝西为老朋友的惨状落了几滴泪，狮子也一脸凝重，满心歉疚。到了城堡，多萝西对温基人说：
“你们当中有人会做锡匠活吗？”
“哦，有。我们当中有些是很出色的锡匠。”他们告诉她。
“那么把他们叫来见我。”她说。锡匠们带着装在篮子里的全部工具来了，她问道：“你们能把铁皮樵夫身上的凹痕敲平，把他弯回原来的形状，再把断裂的地方焊起来吗？”
锡匠们仔细打量了樵夫，然后回答说，他们认为可以把他修好，让他和从前一样。于是他们在城堡一间黄色的大房间里动手干起来，干了三天四夜，锤打、扭正、弯曲、焊接、打磨、敲砸铁皮樵夫的腿、身体和脑袋，直到最后把他恢复成原来的模样，关节也和从前一样灵活。当然，他身上有好几块补丁，但锡匠们活儿干得漂亮，而樵夫不是爱虚荣的人，根本不在意那些补丁。
当樵夫终于走进多萝西的房间，感谢她救了自己时，他高兴得流下喜悦的泪水。多萝西不得不用围裙把他脸上的每一滴眼泪都小心擦干，免得他的关节生锈。与此同时，她自己也为重逢老友的喜悦泪如雨下，而这些眼泪倒不必擦去。至于狮子，他老用尾巴尖擦眼睛，把尾巴尖弄得湿漉漉的，只好跑到院子里，把尾巴放在太阳下晒干。
“要是稻草人也能和我们在一起，”等多萝西讲完一切经过，铁皮樵夫说，“我就完全开心了。”
“我们得想办法找到他。”女孩说。
于是她叫来温基人帮忙，他们走了一整天，又走了第二天的一部分路程，来到一棵高树前，带翅的猴子曾把稻草人的衣服扔在树枝间。
那树极高，树干溜滑，谁也爬不上去；但樵夫立刻说：“我把树砍倒，就能拿到稻草人的衣服了。”
之前锡匠修理樵夫本人的时候，另一个温基人——他是金匠——用纯金做了一根斧柄，安在樵夫的斧头上，代替那根断了的旧柄。还有人把斧刃磨得锃亮，锈迹全无，像擦亮的银子一样闪闪发光。
樵夫一说完就动手砍树，不多时大树轰然倒下，稻草人的衣服从枝间掉出来，滚落在地上。
多萝西捡起衣服，让温基人抬回城堡，在里面填满了干净的好稻草；瞧！稻草人又跟从前一样了，连声感谢他们救了自己。
既然重新团聚，多萝西和朋友们在黄城堡过了几天快活日子，那里一切所需应有尽有，叫人舒舒服服。
可有一天，女孩想起了爱姆婶婶，说：“我们得回奥兹那里，讨他许下的诺言。”
“对，”樵夫说，“我终于能拿到我的心了。”
“我也能拿到脑子了。”稻草人高兴地补了一句。
“我能拿到胆量了。”狮子若有所思地说。
“我能回堪萨斯了。”多萝西拍着手喊，“哦，咱们明天就动身去翡翠城吧！”
他们决定就这么办。第二天，他们把温基人召集起来，向他们道别。温基人舍不得他们走，而且他们已经非常喜欢铁皮樵夫，求他留下统治他们和西方的黄土地。见他们去意已决，温基人给托托和狮子各戴了一个金项圈；送给多萝西一只镶满钻石的漂亮手镯；给稻草人一根金头拐杖，免得他绊倒；献给铁皮樵夫一只银油壶，上面镶着金子和宝石。
每位旅人都对温基人说了漂亮的话作为回礼，大家握手握得胳膊发酸。
多萝西到女巫的橱柜里装了些路上吃的食物，在那里看见了金冠。她试戴在自己头上，正合适。她不知道金冠的魔力，只觉得好看，便打定主意戴着它，把遮阳帽放进篮子里。
一切准备停当，他们便朝翡翠城进发；温基人连呼三声万岁，送上许多美好祝愿，伴他们同行。
The Rescue
The Cowardly Lion was much pleased to hear that the Wicked Witch had
been melted by a bucket of water, and Dorothy at once unlocked the gate
of his prison and set him free. They went in together to the castle,
where Dorothy’s first act was to call all the Winkies together and tell
them that they were no longer slaves.
There was great rejoicing among the yellow Winkies, for they had been
made to work hard during many years for the Wicked Witch, who had
always treated them with great cruelty. They kept this day as a
holiday, then and ever after, and spent the time in feasting and
dancing.
“If our friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, were only with us,”
said the Lion, “I should be quite happy.”
“Don’t you suppose we could rescue them?” asked the girl anxiously.
“We can try,” answered the Lion.
So they called the yellow Winkies and asked them if they would help to
rescue their friends, and the Winkies said that they would be delighted
to do all in their power for Dorothy, who had set them free from
bondage. So she chose a number of the Winkies who looked as if they
knew the most, and they all started away. They traveled that day and
part of the next until they came to the rocky plain where the Tin
Woodman lay, all battered and bent. His axe was near him, but the blade
was rusted and the handle broken off short.
The Winkies lifted him tenderly in their arms, and carried him back to
the Yellow Castle again, Dorothy shedding a few tears by the way at the
sad plight of her old friend, and the Lion looking sober and sorry.
When they reached the castle Dorothy said to the Winkies:
“Are any of your people tinsmiths?”
“Oh, yes. Some of us are very good tinsmiths,” they told her.
“Then bring them to me,” she said. And when the tinsmiths came,
bringing with them all their tools in baskets, she inquired, “Can you
straighten out those dents in the Tin Woodman, and bend him back into
shape again, and solder him together where he is broken?”
The tinsmiths looked the Woodman over carefully and then answered that
they thought they could mend him so he would be as good as ever. So
they set to work in one of the big yellow rooms of the castle and
worked for three days and four nights, hammering and twisting and
bending and soldering and polishing and pounding at the legs and body
and head of the Tin Woodman, until at last he was straightened out into
his old form, and his joints worked as well as ever. To be sure, there
were several patches on him, but the tinsmiths did a good job, and as
the Woodman was not a vain man he did not mind the patches at all.
When, at last, he walked into Dorothy’s room and thanked her for
rescuing him, he was so pleased that he wept tears of joy, and Dorothy
had to wipe every tear carefully from his face with her apron, so his
joints would not be rusted. At the same time her own tears fell thick
and fast at the joy of meeting her old friend again, and these tears
did not need to be wiped away. As for the Lion, he wiped his eyes so
often with the tip of his tail that it became quite wet, and he was
obliged to go out into the courtyard and hold it in the sun till it
dried.
“If we only had the Scarecrow with us again,” said the Tin Woodman,
when Dorothy had finished telling him everything that had happened, “I
should be quite happy.”
“We must try to find him,” said the girl.
So she called the Winkies to help her, and they walked all that day and
part of the next until they came to the tall tree in the branches of
which the Winged Monkeys had tossed the Scarecrow’s clothes.
It was a very tall tree, and the trunk was so smooth that no one could
climb it; but the Woodman said at once, “I’ll chop it down, and then we
can get the Scarecrow’s clothes.”
Now while the tinsmiths had been at work mending the Woodman himself,
another of the Winkies, who was a goldsmith, had made an axe-handle of
solid gold and fitted it to the Woodman’s axe, instead of the old
broken handle. Others polished the blade until all the rust was removed
and it glistened like burnished silver.
As soon as he had spoken, the Tin Woodman began to chop, and in a short
time the tree fell over with a crash, whereupon the Scarecrow’s clothes
fell out of the branches and rolled off on the ground.
Dorothy picked them up and had the Winkies carry them back to the
castle, where they were stuffed with nice, clean straw; and behold!
here was the Scarecrow, as good as ever, thanking them over and over
again for saving him.
Now that they were reunited, Dorothy and her friends spent a few happy
days at the Yellow Castle, where they found everything they needed to
make them comfortable.
But one day the girl thought of Aunt Em, and said, “We must go back to
Oz, and claim his promise.”
“Yes,” said the Woodman, “at last I shall get my heart.”
“And I shall get my brains,” added the Scarecrow joyfully.
“And I shall get my courage,” said the Lion thoughtfully.
“And I shall get back to Kansas,” cried Dorothy, clapping her hands.
“Oh, let us start for the Emerald City tomorrow!”
This they decided to do. The next day they called the Winkies together
and bade them good-bye. The Winkies were sorry to have them go, and
they had grown so fond of the Tin Woodman that they begged him to stay
and rule over them and the Yellow Land of the West. Finding they were
determined to go, the Winkies gave Toto and the Lion each a golden
collar; and to Dorothy they presented a beautiful bracelet studded with
diamonds; and to the Scarecrow they gave a gold-headed walking stick,
to keep him from stumbling; and to the Tin Woodman they offered a
silver oil-can, inlaid with gold and set with precious jewels.
Every one of the travelers made the Winkies a pretty speech in return,
and all shook hands with them until their arms ached.
Dorothy went to the Witch’s cupboard to fill her basket with food for
the journey, and there she saw the Golden Cap. She tried it on her own
head and found that it fitted her exactly. She did not know anything
about the charm of the Golden Cap, but she saw that it was pretty, so
she made up her mind to wear it and carry her sunbonnet in the basket.
Then, being prepared for the journey, they all started for the Emerald
City; and the Winkies gave them three cheers and many good wishes to
carry with them.
