spot with a little funnel-shaped depression in it. He laid himself down and put his mouth close to this depression and called —

“Doodle-bug, doodle-bug, tell me what I want to know! Doodle-bug, doodle-bug, tell me what I want to know!”

The sand began to work, and presently a small black bug appeared for a second and then darted under again in a fright.

“He dasn’t tell! So it was a witch that done it. I just knowed it.”

He well knew the futility of trying to contend against witches, so he gave up discouraged.

But it occurred to him that he might as well have the marble he had just thrown away, and therefore he went and made a patient search for it.