Hank has proved his faith and loyalty by defending his own little mistress; and so you are all right in one way, but wrong in another.

Our Land of Oz is a Land of Love, and here friendship outranks every other quality.

Unless you can all be friends, you cannot retain our love." They accepted this rebuke very meekly.
"All right," said the Sawhorse, quite cheerfully; "shake hoofs, friend Mule." Hank touched his hoof to that of the wooden horse.
"Let us be friends and rub noses," said the Tiger.

So Hank modestly rubbed noses with the big beast.
The Lion merely nodded and said, as he crouched before the mule: "Any friend of a friend of our beloved Ruler is a friend of the Cowardly Lion.

That seems to cover your case.