"Putting on a disguise."
"What for?"
Bob told him.
"I want to go with you," exclaimed Hugh eagerly. "Two would be better than one anyway."
"Where are you going to get a disguise?"
"I'll borrow part of yours. You can certainly spare enough of those whiskers to make me a mustache anyway."
"You ought to have another hat."
"You can lend me an old cap, can't you? I've got on the oldest suit I own."
Bob brought out the glue pot and with Hugh's assistance was soon adorned with a set of black whiskers and a mustache. His hair did not match at all, but as he expected to wear a hat pulled far down over his eyes that fact did not make much difference. He put on the hat, and wearing his old clothes and a sweater looked at himself in the mirror.
"Whew," he exclaimed, "I'm certainly a hard looking character."