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Updated: June 13, 2025
He looked startled and muttered something into his mustache. "It's perfectly clear what's wrong with him," Tish said. "He's got to stick to Mr. McDonald, and he hasn't got a tent in that suitcase, or even a blanket. I don't suppose he knows where his next meal's coming from."
"You'll have to take a chance on that, of course," Charlie Sands said. "I'm not sure it will be safe, but I am sure it will be interesting." Oh, he knew Tish well enough. Tell her a thing was dangerous, and no power could restrain her. I do not mind saying that I was not keen about the thing.
Part of this was due to Tish, who talked of Tufik steadily of his youth; of the wonderful bargains she secured from him; of his belief that this was the land of opportunity Aggie sniffed; of his familiarity with the Bible and Biblical places; of the search the Turks were making for him.
"The horse business was pretty good," he said. "You ought to hev seen them folks when he rode out of the wood. Flabbergasted ain't the word. They was ding-busted." Tish whispered to us to show moderate interest and to say as little as possible, except to protest our ignorance. And we got the story at last like this:
Tish reproved him for a lack of delicacy of speech, and shortly afterward we went to bed. Owing to the root under the tent, and puddles here and there, we could not go to sleep for a time, and we discussed the "nefarious deed," as Tish aptly termed it, that was about to take place. "Although," Tish observed, "Mr.
Tish is an extraordinary woman. She did not say a word. She sat still and let the smile get in its work. Its first effect was on Aggie's neck, which she forgot. Tufik's timid eyes rested for a moment on Tish and brightened. Then like a benediction they turned to mine, and came to a stop on Aggie. He took a step farther into the room. "My friend's friend are my friend," he said.
He ignored Charlie Sands, but made at once for Tish and dropped on one knee beside her. "Miss Tish!" he begged. "Forgive, Miss Tish! Tufik is wicked. He has the bad heart. He has spoil the going on the canal. No?" "Get up!" said Tish. "Don't be a silly child. Go and take your shoes out of the oven. We are not going to Panama. When you are better, I am going to give you a good scolding."
On her third cake, however, Aggie luckily turned blue round the mouth and had to go and lie down. This broke up the meal and probably saved my life, though my stomach has never been the same since. Tish says the cakes are probably all right in the Orient, where it is hot and the grease does not get a chance to solidify. She thinks that Tufik is probably a good cook in his own country.
But Tish dislikes relinquishing an idea, once it has taken hold. And, although she did not speak to Aggie again for the next hour, she went ahead with her preparations. "There's still a chance, Lizzie," she said. "It's not likely they'll give up easy, on account of hiring the Indians and everything." About a mile and a half down the trail, she picked out a place to hide.
"Why Nantucket?" "I have a niece there, and you said you hated Canada." "On the contrary," Tish replied, with her eyes partly shut, "I find that my subconscious self has adopted and been working on the Canadian suggestion. What a wonderful thing is this buried and greater ego!
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