“But we said we were going to watch for him and follow him. What’s the good of letting him get away? I left him in School Hall and he will be out in a few minutes.”
“We-ll, maybe we’d better go,” said Harry. “But I did want to talk to you a minute.”
“All right, go ahead. What do you want to talk about?”
“Do you think Dick would recognize—would penetrate my disguise if he met me?” she asked anxiously.
“I don’t believe he’d let you get near enough,” answered Roy with a laugh. “I’ll bet if he saw you coming he’d run a mile!”
“Now you’re being mean again,” said Harry reproachfully.
“Well, honest then, Harry, I don’t believe your own mother would know you!”
“But she’d know her clothes,” Harry said laughingly. “Supposing, then, that I go over toward School Hall and wait for him to come out. Then I can follow him and he won’t suspect anything.”
“All right, but I wouldn’t let him think you are after him,” Roy advised.