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They all looked tiny because they were so far away. As they came nearer and the sun shone on them, he was pretty sure the men had red coats. Could they be soldiers? Just then the Toyman came by, with coils of wire and clippers in his hand. He was on his way to mend the fence in the North Pasture. "'Llo Toyman!" said Marmaduke. "Howdy, little fellow!" replied the Toyman, "what are you doing there?
There arose a sound of labored and energetic breathing from without, as of some one toiling up the steps, and then something in white fluttered across the porch, and in at the door, and the judge fairly beamed with delight and satisfaction. "Hullo!" he said politely. "'Llo," returned the new-comer. "Where'd you come from?"
"Those two hills which we have just passed make up the five. However, I will tell your worship that there is a sixth summit. Don't you see that small hill connected with the big Pumlummon, on the right?" "I see it very clearly," said I. "Well, your worship, that's called Bryn y Llo the Hill of the Calf, or the Calf Plynlimmon, which makes the sixth summit."
"'Llo, Toyman," replied the little boy, and his voice sounded very small and very weak. The Toyman sat by the bed a while. Then he got up and stirred the fire. Showers of pretty gold and red sparks scampered up the chimney. After that he spread a paper on the floor, not far from the fire-place.
The captain's hand sought his pocket, and they froze again, but instead of the expected revolver, he produced a half-full brandy bottle. The change in his eyes had crept into his features. They had turned foolishly amiable, vacant, confiding. "'llo boys," said he appealingly, "you good fellowsh, ain't you? Have a drink. 'S good stuff.
For two weeks they had grazed unmolested, and they were perfectly satisfied to pay the inconvenience of a day's journey over to the Inyo line. "'llo boys," said their leader, flashing his teeth at them. "'Wan start now?" "These Jim Hutchins's sheep?" inquired Carroll. But at that question the Frenchman suddenly lost all his command of the English language.
Marmaduke had seen him from the valley below, his long legs climbing up that hill and the little boy had hurried after him, calling and calling. "'Llo, Toyman, 'llo, Toyman!" he shouted. He heard an answer and put his hand to his ear to hear more clearly. "'Llo, Toyman, 'llo, Toyman!" came the mocking answer, faint and far-away. But it wasn't the Toyman. It was Echo, calling back from the hills.
He mustn't speak to such a beautiful lady that way. So "How do you do?" he corrected himself. But she only smiled and said what do you think? "'Llo! little boy" just like himself. That seemed to set her singing again: "Low and high, In the lake or the sky; High and low, In the crystal snow." Then she stopped. "Is there any more to it?" asked Marmaduke. "Oh, yes, one could go on forever"
Therefore he descended from the porch, one step at a time, and climbed around to the kitchen. Here he found preparations for dinner well under way. "'Llo, Bobby," greeted the cook, a tall white-moustached lean man with bushy eyebrows. The cookees grinned, and one of them offered him a cooky as big as a pie-plate. Bobby accepted the offering, and seated himself on a cracker box.
"'Llo, M'lissy," he said, as kindly as was compatible with a rusty bit of wire between his teeth. The girl leaned against the shaded side of a stack of baled barley hay. "Lysander," she began quaveringly, "Lysander, if you'd seen paw shot, an' knowed all about it, could they make you tell would you think you'd ought to tell?"
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