"Now for William; we must find William, or the joke will be on
Robert."

He manoeuvered his way through the congested thoroughfare, searching
the faces of the grooms and footmen. He dodged hither and thither,
and was once brought to a halt by the mounted police.

"Here, you! What d'ye mean by runnin' around like this? Lost yer
carriage, hey? I've a mind to run ye in. Y' know th' rules relatin'
th' leavin' of yer box in times like these. Been takin' a sly nip,
probably, an' they've sent yer hack down a peg. Get a gait on y',
now."

Warburton laughed silently as he made for the sidewalk. The first man
he plumped into was William--a very much worried William, too. Robert
could have fallen on his neck for joy. All was plain sailing now.

"I'm very glad to see you, sir," said William. "I was afraid you
could not get them clothes on, sir. I was getting a trifle worried,
too. Here's the carriage number."

Warburton glanced hastily at it and stuffed it into a convenient
pocket.

"It's sixteen carriages up, sir; a bay and a gray. You can't miss
them. The bay, being a saddle-horse, is a bit restive in the harness;
but all you have to do is to touch him with the whip. And don't try
to push ahead of your turn, or you will get into trouble with the
police. They are very strict. And don't let them confuse you, sir.