"But if you join the Army of Oogaboo you will carry the gun that Mr.Files used." "A sol-dier must be a-ble to run as well as to fight," protested Tik-Tok, "and if my works run down, as they of-ten do, I could nei-ther run nor fight." "I'll keep you wound up, Tik-Tok," promised Betsy.
"Why, it isn't a bad idea," said Shaggy.

"Tik-Tok will make an ideal soldier, for nothing can injure him except a sledge hammer.

And, since a private soldier seems to be necessary to this Army, Tik-Tok is the only one of our party fitted to undertake the job." "What must I do ?" asked Tik-Tok.
"Obey orders," replied Ann.

"When the officers command you to do anything, you must do it; that is all." "And that's enough, too," said Files.
"Do I get a salary ?" inquired Tik-Tok.
"You get your share of the plunder," answered the Queen.
"Yes," remarked Files, "one-half of the plunder goes to Queen Ann, the other half is divided among the officers, and the Private gets the rest." "That will be sat-is-fac-tor-y," said Tik-Tok, picking up the gun and examining it wonderingly, for he had never before seen such a weapon.
Then Ann strapped the knapsack to Tik-Tok's copper back and said: "Now we are ready to march to Ruggedo's Kingdom and conquer it.

Officers, give the command to march." "Fall--in!" yelled the Generals, drawing their swords.
"Fall--in!" cried the Colonels, drawing their swords.
"Fall--in!" shouted the Majors, drawing their swords.
"Fall--in!" bawled the Captains, drawing their swords.
Tik-Tok looked at them and then around him in surprise.
"Fall in what?
The well ?" he asked.
"No," said Queen Ann, "you must fall in marching order." "Can-not I march without fall-ing in-to it ?" asked the Clockwork Man.
"Shoulder your gun and stand ready to march," advised Files; so Tik-Tok held the gun straight and stood still.
"What next ?" he asked.
The Queen turned to Shaggy.
"Which road leads to the Metal Monarch's cavern ?" "We don't know, Your Majesty," was the reply.
"But this is absurd!" said Ann with a frown.