"Not the real Billy," cried Sterry, walking over to a sofa and preparing to faint.
"Yes," cried the King, "it is indeed he—Nickel Plate has just wigwagged me that he is in this room."
"I am undone!" screamed Sterry, throwing herself carefully onto the sofa.
"Seize him, Jack!" cried the King.
"Seize him yourself," said Jack, dancing away out of Billy's reach; "remember I'm a nervous child."
"I will," cried the King, tottering over to Billy and laying his hand on his collar. "Jack, call the ice guard."
"Ice guard, ahoy!" shouted Jack.
"Lemme go," cried Billy, "or I'll——"
"No you won't," panted the King, clinging desperately to Billy.