“Your cousin Henry will be there to-morrow morning; meet him.
“M. Mortimer.”
Delight number two.
Will hastened to inform his fellow-plotters of this good news, and joy reigned among them all.
The next morning came, and with it came Cousin Henry. Each one of the heroes, except Marmaduke, was at the depot to welcome him; each one was struck with his commanding appearance; each one thought what a beautiful heroine he would make. Proudly, but very awkwardly, Will introduced them to each other, and then proposed to his cousin that he should bind a handkerchief loosely over his head, so that it should partially conceal his features.
“What for?” asked Henry, with surprise. “I haven’t the tooth-ache, nor I’m not ashamed to be seen.”
“Yes, but there’s a boy here not in our plot; and if he should happen to see you, all would be spoiled,” Will pleaded.
“We might meet him, any minute, Henry, for he’s always prowling round at this time of day,” Stephen chimed in.
Stephen and Henry looked each other full in the face: congenial spirits met.