"Humph! Jest tell me what you are getting at and I'll answer you."
"This: I want to disguise myself so that I look like you. I want to go out in the mountains as you would go out. While I am making believe that I am Bill Turner, I want you to take a trip to New York, and to live there, at my house, and take it easy, see all the sights, go to the theatres and the museums, and all that, until I return, and I want you to shave off your whiskers, and let me blacken your brows and otherwise make some changes in your appearance, so that if any of the people from Calamont should happen to meet you in the street down there they wouldn't say, 'Why, there is Bill Turner!' Would you consent to do that?"
"For another fifty dollars down?"
"Yes."
"I would. When do you want me to shave?"
"I will tell you in good time. First, I want you to fix up those plans."
"Hadn't I better git about it right now?"
"Yes. I think you had. And I will remain here with you while you do it in order that you may explain things to me as you work upon them."
"That's a good idee, too. I can make you know them mountings as well as I do, in a short time. I knows 'em so well——"
"That reminds me. Do you happen to know by sight, or have an acquaintance with, any of the members of that gang?"