Instead, it slipped out of Ojo's hands and he and Scraps both rolled upon the ground in a heap and never stopped until they bumped against the rocky cave.
"Give it up," advised the Glass Cat, as the boy arose and assisted the Patchwork Girl to her feet.

"A dozen strong men couldn't pull out those hairs.

I believe they're clinched on the under side of the Woozy's thick skin." "Then what shall I do ?" asked the boy, despairingly.

"If on our return I fail to take these three hairs to the Crooked Magician, the other things I have come to seek will be of no use at all, and we cannot restore Unc Nunkie and Margolotte to life." "They're goners, I guess," said the Patchwork Girl.
"Never mind," added the cat.

"I can't see that old Unc and Margolotte are worth all this trouble, anyhow." But Ojo did not feel that way.