“We might have several, in case of emergencies. For one thing, we could easily be street showmen. You can do fancy shooting and I can do sleight-of-hand tricks or tell fortunes.”
“You would be a gipsy lad?”
The youngster blushed. “A gipsy girl, and you might be my husband.”
“I’m no play actor, even if you are,” said Bucky. “I don’t want to be your husband, thank you.”
“All you would have to do is to be sullen and rough. It is easy enough.”
“And you think you could pass for a girl? You’re slim and soft enough, but I’ll bet you would give it away inside of an hour.”
The boy laughed, and shot a swift glance at O’Connor under his long lashes. “I appeared as a girl in one of the acts of the show for years. Nobody ever suspected that I wasn’t.”
“We might try it, but we have no clothes for the part.”
“Leave that to me. I’ll buy some to-day while you are looking the ground over for our first assault an the impregnable fortress.”
“I don’t know. It seems to me pretty risky. But you might buy the things, and we’ll see how you look in them. Better not get all the things at the same store. Sort of scatter your purchases around.”