“I don’t——” began William, then stopped. “Oh, yes, I expect so.... Oh, yes, he’s sure to have. Oh, yes, we’ll get him one anyway.”
“A protégé?” said the artist.
“Uh-huh?” said William. “No. He’s as nice as what you are. Nicer.”
“Touché,” said the artist. “Well, bring him along in his Charles I’s costume and I’ll pay him half a crown an hour.”
The remuneration seemed princely to William.
“A’ right,” he said, impressed. “A’ right. I’ll bring him along. An’ if you find out you want any other sort of man he’ll be that, too. He can do anythin’.”
With that he departed and joined the Outlaws who were still waiting for him in the road.
“Well, you have been a time,” said Ginger.
“Gottim a job,” swaggered William.
“What as?”