"Why, that's the hunt," explained the Toyman. "The rich folks, having
nothing better to do, are killin' time."

Marmaduke was puzzled.

"Are they really hunting _Time_?" he asked. "I thought maybe they
were hunting lions or tigers."

"No, not today," the Toyman responded, "I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but they're only after Reddy."

"Reddy Toms?" the little boy exclaimed. "_Why, whatever did he
do?_"

Now Reddy Toms was a boy in his own class, and you could always tell
him a long way off because his head was covered with red hair as thick
as a thatched roof, and his face was spotted all over, like a snake's,
with freckles.

However, the Toyman said it was all a mistake.

"No, not that tad," he explained, "it's Reddy _Fox_ they're
after."

"What!" exclaimed Marmaduke. "Does it take all those big men to hunt
one little fox?"

"It seems so, son," the Toyman returned, "but that's the way of the
world."