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."
They separated at the door of the hotel, Frank to choose the
materials he needed, and O'Connor to look up O'Halloran and get a
permit to visit the prison from the proper authorities.
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