"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."
"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.
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