"You certainly are," agreed Hugh, "and you look about forty years old."
"All the better," said Bob. "Now let's get you fixed up."
With what was left of Bob's whiskers a small black mustache was twisted into shape and glued to Hugh's upper lip. It was remarkable to see what a great change in his appearance it made.
"When we take these things off, all the skin on our faces will come too," said Hugh inspecting himself in the mirror.
"Don't you care," exclaimed Bob. "What we're interested in at present is to have them stay on to-night. How about a hat for you now?" He rummaged around on the closet shelf and produced an old cap and a derby.
"Put the derby on, Hugh," he urged. "You'll look just like Charlie
Chaplin."
"That wouldn't do, I'm afraid," laughed Hugh. "I'd have too big a crowd following me."
"Turn up the ends of your mustache and you'll look like the kaiser."
"Not for me!" exclaimed Hugh hastily. "I don't want to look like anything German. I'll wear the cap, I guess. I think that's better than the derby."
At that moment Mr. Cook appeared upon the scene. He stood and looked at the two boys approvingly. "Well," he said, "you certainly look like a couple of tough customers all right. I'm glad you're going along, Hugh; I think two will be better than one."