As the little Wizard turned to follow them he felt a hot breath against his cheek and heard a low, fierce growl.  At once he began stabbing at the air with his sword, and he knew that he had struck some substance because when he drew back the blade it was dripping with blood.  The third time that he thrust out the weapon there was a loud roar and a fall, and suddenly at his feet appeared the form of a great red bear, which was nearly as big as the horse and much stronger and fiercer.  The beast was quite dead from the sword thrusts, and after a glance at its terrible claws and sharp teeth the little man turned in a panic and rushed out upon the water, for other menacing growls told him more bears were near.

On the river, however, the adventurers seemed to be perfectly safe.  Dorothy and the buggy had floated slowly down stream with the current of the water, and the others made haste to join her.  The Wizard opened his satchel and got out some sticking-plaster with which he mended the cuts Jim had received from the claws of the bears.

“I think we’d better stick to the river, after this,” said Dorothy.  “If our unknown friend hadn’t warned us, and told us what to do, we would all be dead by this time.”

“That is true,” agreed the Wizard, “and as the river seems to be flowing in the direction of the Pyramid Mountain it will be the easiest way for us to travel.”

Zeb hitched Jim to the buggy again, and the horse trotted along and drew them rapidly over the smooth water.  The kitten was at first dreadfully afraid of getting wet, but Dorothy let her down and soon Eureka was frisking along beside the buggy without being scared a bit.  Once a little fish swam too near the surface, and the kitten grabbed it in her mouth and ate it up as quick as a wink; but Dorothy cautioned her to be careful what she ate in this valley of enchantments, and no more fishes were careless enough to swim within reach.

After a journey of several hours they came to a point where the river curved, and they found they must cross a mile or so of the Valley before they came to the Pyramid Mountain.  There were few houses in this part, and few orchards or flowers; so our friends feared they might encounter more of the savage bears, which they had learned to dread with all their hearts.

“You’ll have to make a dash, Jim,” said the Wizard, “and run as fast as you can go.”

“All right,” answered the horse; “I’ll do my best.  But you must remember I’m old, and my dashing days are past and gone.”

All three got into the buggy and Zeb picked up the reins, though Jim needed no guidance of any sort.  The horse was still smarting from the sharp claws of the invisible bears, and as soon as he was on land and headed toward the mountain the thought that more of those fearsome creatures might be near acted as a spur and sent him galloping along in a way that made Dorothy catch her breath.