“It’s up in my room,” said Wendell. “Come on up.”
Once there, Wendell brought out the Cloak of Darkness.
“Is that all?” asked Sammy.
“That’s enough, I guess,” said Wendell. “You just wait.”
He threw the Cloak around his shoulders. Sammy stared open-mouthed. He gazed around the room, then started up in fright and rushed to the open window.
“Here I am,” cried Wendell, and stood there grinning, visible once more.
While Sammy still stood staring, Wendell pulled the Cloak around himself again, and laughed outright at Sammy’s face. Then he came into sight again and asked generously,
“Want to try it yourself?”
Of course Sammy wanted to; and the boys took turns being “it” in a novel kind of blind-man’s-buff, which was a great deal more fun to Wendell than when he had played the same game with the Giant.
After that, Wendell brought out the Cap of Thought and adjusted it to his head. “Now think of something, Sammy,” he said.