But not one of the Outlaws, usually so prolific in ideas of every sort, could think of any sort of plan to meet the case.
“S’no good doin’ anythin’ to him,” said Ginger bitterly, “’f you just touch him he goes an’ tells your mother.”
“Oh, you naughty boys!” mimicked Henry shrilly. “What will your mothers say? I told him not to, I said you wouldn’t like it.”
As an imitation it was rather good, but the Outlaws were not in a mood to be entertained by imitations of Georgie.
“Oh, shut up!” said William. “S’ bad enough hearin’ him sayin’ it.”
“Well, let’s think of something to do,” said Ginger again.
“I wish you wun’t keep sayin’ that,” said William irritably.
“Well I’ll stop when you’ve thought of something,” said Ginger.
“Think of somethin’ yourself,” snapped William.
As you will gather from this conversation the perfect little gentleman was having a wearing effect upon the Outlaws’ nerves. Henry, with a sudden gleam of inspiration, suggested haunting the Murdoch homestead by night, robed in a sheet, till the Murdochs should depart in terror to some other part of England, taking the perfect little gentleman with them, but it was decided, after a brief and acrimonious discussion, that this was not feasible. It was more likely that the Murdochs would investigate the alleged ghost and discover the concealed Outlaw, and also it might prove difficult to gain egress from the parental home and ingress into the Murdoch home at the rather awkward hours suitable for “haunting.”