“Twenty minutes past twelve. I shall have to hurry,” she said.
Quickly she went to Jimmy’s trunk and pulled forth his jockey clothes. Then she hastened to her own room.
The others waited her return without a word.
“How do I look?” came a voice from the doorway at last.
Jimmy, Dick, Mabel and the doctor took one look and cried out in surprise.
“Great Scott! I wouldn’t have believed it possible,” declared the physician.
In her red and blue costume—the Willing colors—Shirley indeed made a pretty picture. Her cap was pulled down well over her face and her thick hair was coiled up under it. In her hand she held Jimmy’s short whip.
“Will I do?” she asked.
“You look enough like this lad to be his twin,” said the physician quietly. “You’ll do.”
“We must hurry,” declared Shirley. “Ready, Mabel? Ready, Dick?”