knowing that William would take refuge there. They found him, purple-faced and panting. He glared at them furiously. His mental picture of his appearance was a horrible one. That "Little Lord Fauntleroy" rankled deeply. But to his relief the Outlaws did not collapse upon each other in helpless mirth. They looked at him gloomily.
" I said you'd make a mess of it," said Douglas.
" Oh, shut up," said William fiercely. " I'm jolly well goin' to get into some decent clothes." He glanced coldly at Ginger. " Can't think what made you think of a thing like this."
Ginger defended himself with spirit.
" ltd have been all right if you'd kept the overcoat on 'stead of messin' the whole thing up pretendin' to be a waxwork."
But William was too much depressed to argue. Moreover, Henry had lent him his overcoat again and the overcoat had restored something of his self-respect. At least the black velvet suit and lace collar that had earned him the opprobrious taunt were no longer visible.
" Well, I'm goin' back to get my own clothes now," said William, and added earnestly, " I'd almost sooner go nakid than wear things like these."
" The hour 'll be up now," said Henry soothingly, " it'll be all right. We'll jus' go an' get it an'—an' " —tamely—" take it back an'-----"
The difficulties of the situation were becoming more and more evident to them at every minute. The excitement and admiration that had greeted Ginger's conception of the plan were paling into apprehension and disapproval. Ginger, feeling that his popularity was on the wane, said spiritedly :
11 Well, he messed it all up pretendin' to be a waxwork. It was a jolly good plan before he started messin' it up."
" Oh, shut up and come on," said William, hugging