"My diggings, as the British say," he declared with a wave of his hands.
"I'll have you fixed up in a minute."
"Fixed up?" questioned Hal.
"Sure. You didn't expect to go back to the Austrian side looking like that, did you? They'd nab you in a minute."
He rummaged among some things in a corner, and directly produced an extra suit of clothes.
"Climb into these," he ordered.
Hal did as commanded and awaited further instructions.
Stubbs opened a little box, which gave forth a peculiar smell and had a queer blackish appearance. Stubbs dipped his fingers in the box, and then passed them over Hal's face.
"Lucky I had a little experience in the art of stagecraft," he remarked as he continued the operation.
He stepped back and surveyed Hal critically.
"There," he exclaimed. "Your own mother wouldn't know you. You look all of ten years older. Got your guns?"