Jack. He was afraid if he wasted any time he would never catch up with
the Toyman.

At last the ribbon road reached the top of the hill and wound along it
a little way before it started twisting down the other side. For a
moment Marmaduke's eyes followed it down hill, and he wanted to follow
it with his legs too, there were so many wonderful and mysterious
places where it went, but just then he caught sight of the Toyman.

He was sitting right on the top of the hill, sitting with his chin in
his hands, and his eyes on the West far away. And he said never a
word.

So Marmaduke just stole up softly, and put his face against the
Toyman's, and sat down beside him.

And then the Toyman's eyes came back from far away and looked down on
the little boy and smiled again.

"Don't you worry, Toyman," the little boy said to him, "don't you
worry about _anything_. It'll all come out in the wash."

The Toyman didn't ask what he meant by that, for he knew it was a
proverb, a boy's proverb that was as good as any King Soloman ever
made.

"Sure, sonny," he repeated, "it'll all come out in the wash." And he
patted the hand beside him.

You see, Marmaduke never asked the Toyman what his trouble really was,