So they looked up toward the clouds as far as they could, but no little sparrow boy did they see.
“Well, we’ll have a game of marbles, anyhow,” said Bully at length. “I have another shooter.”
So he and Billie and Johnnie made a ring in the dirt, and put some marbles in the centre.
Then they began to play, and Billie shot first, then Johnnie, and last of all Bully. And all the while the frog boy was wondering what had happened to his first marble. Now, a very queer thing had happened to it, and you’ll soon hear all about it.
Billie and Johnnie had each missed hitting any marbles, and when it came Bully’s turn he took careful aim, with his second-best shooter, a red and blue one.
“Whack-bang!” That’s the way Bully’s shooter hit the marbles in the ring, scattering them all over, and rolling several outside.
“Say, are you going to knock ’em all out?” asked Billie.
“That’s right! Leave some for us,” begged Johnnie.
“Wait until I have one more trial,” went on Bully, for you see he had two shots on account of being lucky with his first one and knocking some marbles from the ring.
Then he went to look for his second-best shooter, for it had rolled away, but he couldn’t find it. It had completely, teetotally, mysteriously and extraordinarily disappeared.