always bad for grammar.

"Oh, you! You're my slave," his brother informed him--in a very grand
manner.

This didn't seem to suit Marmaduke, and he tried hard to remember a
name Reddy Toms had told him, out of a book of Reddy's, all about
pirates and things. But he couldn't think of it at all.

Just then a voice shouted,--

"What ho, Dick Deadeye!"

It was the Toyman, who had been standing in the doorway watching them.

"Dick Deadeye--whew!" Marmaduke rolled the name under his tongue like
something that tasted very nice. He was completely satisfied now.

Then something still nicer happened, for, when their backs were
turned, something whistled through the air and fell at their feet.
Real swords! One for each of them! Now we said they were _real_
swords, and they were, though they were made of wood. They could do a
lot of damage. The pirates would find that out soon enough. And there
was a flag, too, with bones and a skull on it, just as Jehosophat had
said.

"Why, it's the Jolly Roger," he told his brother, "that's what they
call this flag."

But where did they come from? Marmaduke sort of suspected the Toyman,