there.

He looked over towards the West, where the Sun marched into his barn
every night. Fatty Hamm declared that the Sun kept a garage behind
that hill, but Marmaduke insisted it was a _barn_, for he liked
horses best, and the Sun _must_ drive horses. There was a real
hill there, not little like the one where he sat on the fence, but a
big one, 'most as big as a mountain, Marmaduke thought. Sometimes it
was green, and sometimes grey or blue, and once or twice he had seen
it almost as purple as a pansy.

But it was Fall now, and the hill had turned brown. Over it he could
see little figures moving. He looked at them very carefully, with one
eye shut to see them the better. Then he decided that the bigger ones
were men on horses, the little ones dogs. They all looked tiny because
they were so far away.

As they came nearer and the sun shone on them, he was pretty sure the
men had red coats. Could they be _soldiers_?

Just then the Toyman came by, with coils of wire and clippers in his
hand. He was on his way to mend the fence in the North Pasture.

"'Llo Toyman!" said Marmaduke.

"Howdy, little fellow!" replied the Toyman, "what are you doing there?
Settin' on the top of the world and enjoyin' yourself?"

"I was wondering what those men over there were doing." And the boy
waved his hand towards the little black figures on the hill.