habits; still, old man, that cannot be helped, and if you like, when we once get out of the town we can put them in water for twenty-four hours, or make a sort of oven and bake them to get rid of their inhabitants. Our lives are at stake, Ned, and we must not mind trifles."
"Right, old boy," Ned said, making a great effort to overcome his first sensation of disgust. "As you say, it is a trifle. You have hit upon a superb idea, Dick, superb; and I think you have saved our lives from what seemed a hopeless scrape. But what is your other disguise?"
"This," Dick said, lifting the bear's skin. "I can get into this, and if we travel at night so that I can walk upright, for I never could travel far on all-fours, I should pass well enough, as I could lie curled up by your side in the daytime, and no one will ask a holy fakir any troublesome questions. I don't think you could get into the skin, Ned, or I would certainly take the fakir for choice; for it will be awfully hot in this skin."
"I don't mind doing the fakir a bit," Ned said. "Fortunately the sun has done his work, and the color of our skins can be hidden by a good coat of dirt, which will look as natural as possible. Now let us set about it at once."
It took an hour's preparation; for although Ned's toilet was quickly made, needing in fact nothing but a coating of mud, it took some time to sew Dick up in the skin, the opening being sewn up by means of the small blade of the knife and some string. It was by this time quite dark, and the operation had been completed so perfectly that, once Ned was dressed, they had no fear whatever of interruption.
"Now, Ned, before we go I will set fire to the straw. I don't suppose anyone will go down and make any dis-
