"He means Reddy's tail. That's what hunters call the brush."

When Marmaduke heard that, he grabbed tight hold of the Toyman's hand
on one side and of his father's on the other, and shouted:

_"Don't let them get Reddy!"_

But Father was talking to the man. He called him "Mr.
Seymour-Frelinghuysen," and both the boys wondered if all people with
fine horses and shiny boots and red coats had to have long,
funny-sounding names like that.

"It's all right about the damages, Mr. Seymour-Frelinghuysen," Father
was saying, "but I guess we won't give up the fox today."

And Father smiled down at Marmaduke, and oh, wasn't that little boy
relieved and happy, and his brother, too! As for the Toyman, he had a
funny twinkle in his eyes.

Of course, there was a lot of grumbling on the part of the redcoats,
and a lot of barking and growling from the big hunter dogs, but the
men had to get on their horses and call off their dogs and ride away.

"I guess they knew they were in the wrong," said Jehosophat, after
they had tied up Rover and Brownie and Wienerwurst, and taken the
stone and board away from Reddy's hole.

Then they looked in the hole-but no Reddy!