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 "Your head!" roared the King. "Did you hear that, Muddle—he works with his head. What's the matter with your hands?" Again the King lunged forward and this time his face fell on the other side and had bulged enormously before Muddle could pat it into shape. They began whispering excitedly together, but the Scarecrow made no reply, for looking over their shoulders he glimpsed a dark forbidding cavern lighted only by the flashing red eyes of thousands of Middlings. They appeared to be