She kept him at that for about half an hour. Then she demanded to be dragged round the barn in the packing-case.
“Go on!” she said. “Quicker! Quicker!”
The fine, manly spirit of Rudolph of the Red Hand was almost broken. He began to look weary and disconsolate.
When Ginger returned, Lady Barbara was wearing the mask and chasing William.
“Go on!” she said, “’tend to be frightened. ’Tend to be frightened. Go on!”
William turned to Ginger.
“Well?” he said.
Ginger looked rather dishevelled. His collar was torn away.
“You might have told me,” he said indignantly.
“What?” said William.