down, and from side to side, throwing funny shadows on the man, who
looked queer enough himself.

He had long black hair like Buffalo Bill, and a long black
coat--_very_ long, with a fur collar on it.

Marmaduke whispered to the Toyman,--

"Can't you cure the man's coat? It's got the mange."

And the Toyman replied,--

"No, money is all that can cure that, and pretty soon he's going to
get plenty from these people's pockets."

Marmaduke's eyes bulged.

"Is he a robber?" he asked in an awed whisper.

The Toyman laughed.

"Well, some folks might call him that without being sued for libel,
but I 'spose he's within the law."

Marmaduke wondered how he could be in the law and in the wagon at the
same time, and the Toyman had to explain that he meant that the
strange man _ought_ to go to jail, but probably wouldn't. Just
why, he told them to "wait and see."

But, oh, we forgot--what was most important,--on the man's head was a