“I can improve on it,” boasted Sandy. “You see, Dick there is one weak spot in his plan. Henderson will be sure to catch sight of Toma, no matter how careful he is about hiding and shooting from cover. And once he sees him, he’ll know right away that it isn’t you—because you’re wearing the uniform of the mounted police.”
“You right,” admitted Toma. “I never thought of that.”
“And so you think that Henderson will realize right away that Toma isn’t the man he wants, and will keep right on coming?” asked Dick.
“That’s it,” Sandy answered. “Toma may check him, but he won’t stop him. Henderson will very likely divide his force, sending part of his men after Toma and the rest down here. It won’t be very difficult for him to follow the trail the three of us have made.”
“No, of course, it won’t,” agreed Dick.
“There’s only one way to make Toma’s plan absolutely water-tight and fool-proof,” continued Sandy, “and it’s as simple as A, B, C.”
“Prove it,” challenged Dick. “I guess I don’t understand you.”
“Easy enough,” Sandy enlightened him. “Put your uniform on Toma. That little trick will work just as well now as it did in the case of the fur thieves.”
“Whew!” Dick whistled. “Honestly, Sandy, there are moments when you show indications of real genius. At other times you’re so hopelessly imbecile that it makes me tremble to think what will become of you.”
“Easy there!” ordered the person both complimented and accused, throwing a chip at Dick’s head. “You and Toma are nearly the same size. The uniform will fit well enough for our purposes. If there aren’t any more suggestions, we’d better get busy.”