There stood six soldiers staring at them. The six soldiers stood very still. They were all white, but their eyes were black like pieces of coal, and they stared hard at the three little soldiers within the fort. Over their shoulders were six long round things.
"Guns," said Jehosophat.
They looked around for the Toyman. He did not come. Their hearts beat fast.
"We're not afraid," shouted Jehosophat at the white soldiers. "Come on, you enemy!"
With that they heard a sound far off.
Rat-a-tat-tat. Rat-a-tat-tat. Rat-a-tat-tat.
"What's that?" cried the smallest little soldier. And Captain Jehosophat answered:
"Drums, drums,
"The enemy comes!"
Then he laughed. He had made a rhyme without thinking anything about it.