You must look as much like me as possible, and as unlike yourself, you know. Sit here and we’ll see what can be done for your head.”

“You’re right fair, an’ I’m dark.”

“Oh, that makes very little difference. It’s the general appearance we must get at. Suppose I try to trim your hair a little so that lock on your forehead won’t give you away.”

“I reckon I can do it. Hit’s makin’ you a heap o’ trouble.”

David was pleased to note the boy’s mood softening, and helped him on.

“I’m no hand as a barber, but I’ll try it a little; it’s easier for me to get at than for you.”