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.
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