"Yes."
"You could do that easily over your short hair."
"Yes."
"Well, you played the part well, and you made a dashing boy. But how about the Muriel who appeared while you were in the mill with us?"
She laughed a bit.
"You-uns war so sharp that I judged I'd make yer think ye didn't know so much ez you thought, an' I fixed it up ter have another person show up in my place."
"I see. But who was this other person?"
"Dummy. He is no bigger than I, an' he is a good mimic. He rode jes' like me."
"Begorra! he did thot!" nodded Barney. "It's mesilf thot wur chated, an' thot's not aisy."
"You are a shrewd little girl," declared Frank; "and you are dead lucky to escape with your life after getting Miller's bullet. But Miller won't trouble you more."