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"Don't you worry about the motor boat," she said. "Sometimes they go, and sometimes they don't. And I'll help round the camp; but I'll not wash dishes." "Why not?" Tish demanded. "The reason doesn't really matter, does it? What really concerns you is the fact." Tish stared at her; but instead of quailing before Tish's majestic eye she laughed a little. "I've camped before," she said.
Ostermaier's face was terrible, and only two days ago Mrs. Ostermaier came over to ask about putting an extra width in the skirt to her last winter's suit. But it is my belief that she came to save Tish's soul, and nothing else. "I'm so glad wide skirts have come in," she said. "They're so modest, aren't they, Miss Tish?" "Not in a wind," Tish said, eying her coldly.
By moving a few feet at a time and then anchoring, we made slow but safe progress, and at last touched shore. We got out, and Mr. McDonald built a large fire, near which we put Aggie to steam. His supper, which he had not had time to eat, he generously divided, and we heated the tea. Hutchins, however, refused to eat. Warmth and food restored Tish's mind to its usual keenness.
Ostermaier was gloating over her earrings, but she looked up at Tish's tired and grimy face, at the mud encrusted on me from my accident the day before, at Aggie in her turban. "Go and wash, all of you," she said kindly, "and I'll order some hot tea." But Tish shook her head. "Tea nothing!" she said firmly. "I want a broiled sirloin steak and potatoes. And" she looked Mrs.
McDonald wrote something and gave it to the Indian. It wasn't a letter or he'd have sent it by the boat. He didn't even put it in an envelope, so far as I could see. It's probably in cipher." Well, we took her home, and she had a boiled egg at dinner. The rest of us had fish. It is one of Tish's theories that fish should only be captured for food, and that all fish caught must be eaten.
"I'm very useful about a camp. I like to cook; but I won't wash dishes. I'd like, if you don't mind, to see the grocery order before it goes." Well, Aggie likes to wash dishes if there is plenty of hot water; and Hannah, Tish's maid, refusing to go with us on account of Indians, it seemed wisest to accept Hutchins's services. Hannah's defection was most unexpected.
One lantern seemed to run up and down the beach in mad excitement, and then, out of the far-off din, Aggie, whose ears are sharp, suddenly heard the splash of a canoe paddle. I shall tell Tish's story of what happened as she told it to Charlie Sands two weeks or so later. "It is perfectly simple," she said, "and it's stupid to make such a fuss over it. Don't talk to me about breaking the law!
It seemed as if, in the last hour, the great world of stress and keen wits and endeavor and mad speed had sat down on our door-step. As Tish said when we were going up to bed, why shouldn't Mr. Ellis brag? He had something to brag about. Although I felt quite sure that Tish had put up the prize money for Mr. Ellis, I could not be certain. And Tish's attitude at that time did not invite inquiry.
I've done my best up here to keep you comfortable and restrain Miss Tish's recklessness; but I ought to know something." She was right; and, Tish or no Tish, then and there I told her. She was more than astonished. She sat in the motor boat, with a lantern at her feet, and listened. "I see," she said slowly. "So the so Mr. McDonald is a spy and has sent for dynamite to destroy the railroad!
Tish's face expressed the greatest rage. She rose, drawing herself to her full height. "And the tourists?" she demanded. "They lend themselves to this imposition? To this infamy? To this turpitude?" "Certainly not. They think it's the real thing. The whole business hangs on that.
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