"Five hundred dollars, it said. Maybe they'd pay more, though."
"That would be two hundred and fifty apiece," reflected the other. "That wouldn't be so bad, would it? But—but it doesn't seem to me that the description is much like this fellow. Did the picture look like him?"
"Well," replied Fudge judicially, "it did and then again it didn't. You see, the fellow's face was all screwed up, and he didn't have any mustache. A mustache makes a lot of difference in your looks, you know. But the description fits him to a T. 'Dark brown hair, blue eyes'"
"I don't think this chap's eyes are blue, though."
"I'll bet you anything they are! What color are they then?"
"I don't know," confessed Perry.
"No, and there you are! He's about five feet, ten inches high, isn't he?" Perry nodded doubtfully. "And he weighs about a hundred and seventy pounds, doesn't he? And his complexion's dark and he carries himself erect! And he has a false mustache, and the notice said he would probably have one. Oh, it's our man all right! Don't you worry! Besides, don't you see this explains his
wearing that cowboy get-up you saw him in? That's
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