He's going to be a laughing stock.

His owners won't brag any more about him, neither.

They'll be glad enough to keep him out of sight." The boy, listening with ever-widening eyes, chanced to shift his gaze to the big bowl of new-mixed dye.

And a light broke on him.
"You--you're aimin' to soak him with that stuff ?" he whispered, in awe at such combined courage and genius.
"Uh-uh," assented Higham.

"I don't know what color the crimson stuff will turn the dark part of his coat.