It wasn't so easy getting the best of Henry Burns, in spite of his disadvantage.
"Seen Jack?" he inquired.
"No—yes, there he comes now," answered George Warren, pointing back in the direction whence they had come.
Henry Burns left them abruptly, and they went along, calling back at him mockingly. But he paid little heed. Anyone familiar with the youth would have known that he had something particular in mind; and in such case, Henry Burns was not to be turned aside by bantering.
Some five minutes later, Henry Burns and Harvey stood looking in at the very same shop window, whither Henry Burns had conducted his companion.
"Say—er—Jack, what do you think of that?" inquired Henry Burns, pointing in at the wax figure.
Harvey looked at his companion and grinned.
"Think of what!" he exclaimed. "The curls?"
"No, hang the curls!" said Henry Burns. "The dress."
Harvey stared at him, open-mouthed.