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Green took him over his knee, just as he did Jehosophat when he threw a stone at the window, and spanked little Wienerwurst. Each dog has a house. One is big, one middle-sized, and one small, and each has a door to fit the doggie who lives there. Their houses are called kennels, and they are something like the pigeon's home way up on the roof.
The Man With the Red Shirt and the Pipe, and the Round Fat Rosy Woman With the Big Arms, and all the children waved their hands to Marmaduke and he waved back, then hurried ahead, Wienerwurst trotting alongside, to catch up with the boy who was driving the mules. "'Llo!" said he to the boy, but the boy paid no attention at all, just "licked up" his mules. But Marmaduke didn't mind this rudeness.
Jehosophat's head nodded against one post, Marmaduke's against another post, while little Hepzebiah fell asleep between them on the floor of the porch. "Wow, wow, wow," growled Rover, "let's go out in the barnyard and chase the White Wyandottes. It's no fun playing with sleepy children." "Wow, wow, wow!" answered Brownie and little Wienerwurst together, and this in dog's language means "Yes."
Often the three children had heard Father say "He ought to be shot." And there he was running straight towards them, and little Wienerwurst had jumped over the tailboard and out of the wagon, and was trotting alongside. "Urrururur," growled Prowler. He had almost reached the gate. He was long and big, and really looked more like a savage animal than a dog.
And so, though he was only a yellow dog and small and weak, Wienerwurst barked bravely and tried his best to fight off the big dog. It wasn't a very happy chorus of growls and barks and squeals. It sounded something like this: "Gurrrrr gurrr-uh ow ow gurr gurr ow wuf ar gurr ow wow uh- wuf xxx x!!!" Jehosophat pulled on the reins. "We must stop that," said he. "Hepzebiah you sit here."
"Hepzebiah, you'll have to sit in the back with Marmaduke," commanded the owner of the little cart. So the little girl climbed over the back of the seat and sat with Marmaduke and Wienerwurst. And they helped Johnny in carefully, and off they drove up the lane, enjoying the woods and the nice warm sun. Johnny enjoyed it ever so much, but not more than they.
He just gave the tail of that big dog a little nip, and when the big dog turned around to see what was the matter, why Wienerwurst jumped through the hoop all by himself. So pleased was he that he ran round the ring, looking up at the people in their seats, with his little pink tongue hanging out in delight. A great doggie was Wienerwurst.
He told his troubles to the Giant, who said he "didn't see what anyone wanted to see that heathen land for," but nevertheless he lifted the little boy down, hundreds of feet to the ground, and Marmaduke curled up on his iron, and the three little yellow men curled up on theirs, while Wienerwurst got down on his haunches; and they all said "goodbye" to the great Giant, and the little gnomes trundling their wheelbarrows, and the little twinkling lights in their foreheads.
She called to the Toyman: "He's fallen on the barn, Frank." "Roof, roof, roof!" barked little Wienerwurst to explain it more clearly. Sure enough, Robber Hawk dropped on the roof of the barn, right by the Gold Rooster who swung on the weather-vane. The Toyman scratched his head. "Quite a climb for these stiff legs," said he. But he fetched a tall ladder and placed it against the side of the barn.
He had certainly looked lonely when Marmaduke and Wienerwurst had found him sitting up there on the hill, and the little boy couldn't help asking, "Don't you ever feel lonely? You haven't any wife, and Mother says she pities a man without chicken or child 'tleast she said something like that and how it wasn't good for a man to live alone an' you do out in your bunkhouse."
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