Charlie laughed; he recognised one of the little wooden policemen in his toy box.
“Hush!” cried the doll; “the soldiers are coming!”
Marching down the street came Charlie's tin soldiers, all with drawn swords, and most of them on horseback.
Charlie boldly advancing laid his hand on the bridle of the general's horse. Immediately there was a great clatter of arms, and Charlie would have been cut to pieces if just then he had not woke up to find himself on the nursery rug.
Edith Grabham.
Scavengers of the Desert.
Watching for his Prey.