“Boo-hoo! I’m going home. Boo-hoo! I don’ wanter die!”
As soon as he reached the stile, Ginger and Douglas and William gave a shout.
“Why, there’s Hubert at the stile.”
Hubert ceased his tears and hung over the stile.
“Can you see me now?” he said anxiously. “Am I all right now?”
He wiped his tears and began to clean his spectacles and straighten his collar. He was a tidy boy.
“Yes, Hubert,” said the Outlaws. “It’s all right now. We can see you now. You mus’ have jus’ trod on the grass. But it’s all right now. Aren’t you comin’ back to play?”
Hubert placed one foot cautiously over the stile.
“Ginger!” said William excitedly, “I believe he’s beginning to disappear again.”
With a wild yell, Hubert turned and fled howling down the road.