shot."

[Illustration: "'Better than slipping ducks' eggs under the ole hen,
isn't it?' whispered Jehosophat to his brother."]

When that strange game was over Fatty had forty-two marbles and they
had only nine apiece. Altogether it was very unsatisfactory.

Then something very surprising happened.

Fatty counted the forty-two very carefully, then put them in his bag.

"Here," said Jehosophat, "what are you doing?"

"I won 'em, they're mine," and still Fatty kept putting them in his
bag. Marmaduke could hear them dropping in. "Chink, chink," they went,
but their "chink, chink" didn't sound so pretty or so much like music
as when they were dropping in his own bag.

"That's not the way the Toyman plays," Jehosophat insisted, "when
we're through we divide 'em up again so's to be even."

"Your ole Toyman doesn't know everything," Fatty said with a sneer.

And, angry at this, both the brothers shouted,--

"He does, too--he knows most everything there is to know."

But Fatty decided things once and for all.