Ginger dejectedly, as they trudged along the country road.
" We can buy him something," said Henry.
" What good's that ? " said Ginger, annoyed by the inadequacy of this proposal. " 'S not the things you buy at the fair, it's the fair that's the fun."
We can tell him all about it," said Henry, still trying to put a good face on the matter.
" Oh, shut up," said Ginger in disgust.
Ginger had an uncomfortable feeling that, were his and William's positions reversed, William would have managed somehow to free him. He felt that, as William's trusted lieutenant, the responsibility of releasing William from durance vile devolved upon him. And yet he couldn't think of any way of doing it.
They entered the fair ground. It was as if somehow William's absence had affected even the fair. There didn't seem to be any " go" in it at all. They wandered round in silence for a few minutes and Henry tried to enliven the proceedings by buying a pennyworth of pull-out toffee, but somehow it didn't seem to taste as it had tasted when William was with them.
" Shall we go on the roundabout ? " said Douglas without much enthusiasm.
Ginger looked at the roundabout. It was a very satisfying roundabout—all noise and glare and colour, but somehow it didn't satisfy Ginger. When he looked at it he didn't see the gilt and silver and the coloured life-size negroes with tambourines and the looking-glass panels. He saw William sitting in old Markie's room before a page of Latin verbs.
" Oh, no," he said dispiritedly, " we'll try it later."
" Well, let's go'n' look at this waxwork show," said Douglas in a voice which was unconvincingly bright and cheerful.
They wandered round to the waxwork tent. But it was as unsatisfying as everything else. It wasn't