CHAPTER VII

FUDGE REVOLTS

The boys crept quietly down the stairs and out into the street. It was not until they had turned the corner that Fudge broke the silence.

"What do you know about that?" he murmured awedly.

"Looks as though you were right," returned Perry admiringly. "He was disguised, all right."

"I—I've got to think this over," said Fudge. He was plainly bewildered. They paused at Perry's gate and he declined an invitation to enter, with a shake of his head. "I guess," he muttered, "there's more in this than I thought. You saw him take it off, didn't you?"

"Of course!"

Fudge sighed relievedly. Perhaps he had doubted the evidences of his senses. "Well, I'll think it over, and to-morrow——"

"What?" asked Perry interestedly.