"I was considering the possibility of making myself up in your likeness, and of venturing in that disguise to go to the saloon," replied the detective.
"What! right now?" asked Phil.
"Yes."
"And you don't think you could do it, eh?"
"No, Phil. You're too tall and too big. I never could make myself up to look like you in the world. I will have to think of some other way."
Phil was thoughtful for a moment, while the detective was absorbed in his own study of the situation, and then he looked up suddenly and exclaimed:
"Why don't you send me downstairs for you?"
"Because," replied Nick, "the moment you got there you would call up the whole gang, and have them up here after me inside of a minute."
"I wouldn't, either, Carter. Not if I agreed not to."
"I can't trust you, Phil."