"That's enough," he said. "Here put these around you."
And he tossed them rubber ponchos which they threw around their shoulders.
Scooping up the discarded clothing of the two men, Bob and Jack retired to the radio room. Stripping quickly, Jack dressed in Morales' clothing and Bob in that of the German aviator. This arrangement was adopted because Jack could speak Spanish with considerable fluency and thus fitted into the role of the Mexican. Bob, on the other hand, was better adapted to pass as the German who, they had been informed by Roy Stone, spoke Spanish only awkwardly.
"Buenos dios, Senor," said Jack, bowing gracefully.
"Ach du lieber Augustine," answered Bob, standing at salute.
They burst into hearty laughter, in which they were joined by Frank and Roy Stone, who were present at the transformation.
"How will we do?" asked Jack.
Stone eyed them critically.
"To fellows that know Morales and Von Arnheim only by sight," he said, "you will pass for them easily enough. Both of them are smooth-shaven, which is unusual, for Mexicans and Germans both favor mustaches. But that's all the better for you boys.
"One thing you want to remember," he said to Bob, "and that is to walk pretty stiffly like you had a bone in your leg an' swallowed a ramrod. That's the way Von Arnheim always steps out, An' both of you keep your hats pulled down."