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We searched him carefully, but he had only a gold watch and some money. On the chance, however, that the watch was Mr. Ostermaier's, although unlikely, we took it. I must say he was very disagreeable, referring to us as highwaymen and using uncomplimentary language. But, as Tish observed, we might as well be thorough while we were about it. For the nonce we had forgotten the other man.
Again these were not exactly his words. Having bound him tightly, hand and foot, and taken a revolver from his pocket, Tish straightened herself. "Now we'll gag him, Lizzie," she said. "We have other things to do to-night than to stand here and converse." Then she turned to the man and told him a deliberate lie. I am sorry to record this.
"Why you do not let me die? My friends go on the canal! I am alone! My heart is empty!" Tish wished to roll him on a barrel, but we had no barrel; so, with Charlie Sands standing by with his watch in his hand, refusing to assist and making unkind remarks, we got him to Tish's room and laid out on her mackintosh on the bed. He did not want to live.
Willoughby's stirrups, and left us desolate. Tish watched him out of sight with set lips and Aggie was whimpering on a bank. "Tish," she said brokenly, "does he recall anything to you?" "Only my age," said Tish rather wearily, "and that I'm an elderly spinster teaching children to defy their parents and committing larceny to help them."
She always likes to sit until the last candle is burned out, which is rather dispiriting and always leaves me low in my mind. Just as it flickered and went out, Hannah came in. "Miss Tish sent over Mr. Charlie's letter from London," said Hannah, and put it in front of Aggie. Then she sat down on a chair and commenced to cry. "Why, Hannah!" said Aggie. "What in the world has happened?"
A photographer will photograph them there, making their escape with the loot." "And the young lady?" "I've told you that," he said bitterly. "She is to be captured by the attacking party." "They will all be armed?" "Sure, with blanks. The Indians have guns and arrows, but the arrows have rubber tips." Tish rose majestically. "Mr. Bell," she said, "you may sleep to-night the sleep of peace.
Jasper colored, but kept his temper. Aggie, however, spoke up indignantly. "Mr. McCutcheon's car was a very fine racer when it was built." "De mortuis nil nisi bonum," remarked Mr. Ellis, and getting up said good-night. Jasper sat on the steps and watched him disappear. Then he turned to Tish.
Ellis, Aunt Tish, but some enemy of true sport might take a notion in the night to slip a dope pill into the mouth of friend Jasper's car and have her go to sleep on the track to-morrow." We spent a quiet evening. Mr. Ellis was busy, of course, and so was Jasper.
Considering all we had gone through and that we had obeyed orders exactly, she was distinctly unjust. Indeed, at first she quite refused to speak to any of us. "I do think, Tish," Aggie said as she stood shivering by the fire, "that you might at least explain where you have been. We have been going up and down the river for hours, burying you over and over."
Fortunately he had made for the trail, which was here wider than ordinary and gleamed white in the moonlight. We had, however, lost some time in fording the stream, and we had but the one glimpse of him as the trail curved. Tish lashed her horse to a lope, and mine followed without urging.
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