He kissed his hand by way of illustrating the simplicity of the business.
“Yes; we should get rid of their hideous, heart-wearing pursuit,” said Bracy thoughtfully, “and then be able to make a fresh start, of course. But what about covering for our heads?”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that, sir. I’m on’y a thin un, and there’s plenty o’ spare stuff in this skin coat to spare for a couple o’ woolly busbies as ’ll suit us for this journey far better than ’elmets. The niggers at a distance would take us for the real article then. Now the spikes on our heads says English to every one as sees ’em.”
“Yes,” said Bracy thoughtfully; “that might be done if we could make the wool hats.”
“Don’t you worry yourself about that, sir. It’s on’y like cutting two big long squares to measure, and doubling ’em over sidewise, and sewing two edges together. Then you sews the top edges, turns the thing inside out, and—”
“Well, and what?” said Bracy, for the lad stopped short and grinned.
“Puts ’em on, sir. That’s all.”
“And we have scissors and needles and thread and thimbles, of course,” said Bracy mockingly.
“That’s right, sir. In my pocket. Didn’t Mother Gee give me ’em all ready for sewing up bandages and seeing to wounds? I’d a deal rather make caps with ’em; wouldn’t you?”
“Of course, of course, Gedge,” Bracy hastened to say. “Here, it’s time we began to put our plan in action.”