"Oh, if you can call it criminal, and really mean it--" she threw out.
"I"ll call it anything in the vocabulary if only you won"t quarrel with me. Goodness knows, things are bad enough without that!"
She let him see a little more of her face. The frown had disappeared, and there were signs that the storm of indignation was pa.s.sing.
"I suppose it isn"t a particle of use to quarrel," she admitted. "What is done is done and can"t be helped, however much we may agree to despise your barbarous friend, Mr. Grider. How is it all going to end?"
At this Prime aired his small idea. "Our provisions won"t last more than a day or two; they were evidently not intended to. If that means anything, it means that Grider will come back for us before long. He certainly can"t do less."
"To-day?"
"Let us hope so. Have you ever camped out in the woods before?"
"Never."
"Neither have I. What I don"t know about woodcraft would make a much larger book than any I ever hope to write. You probably guessed that when you saw me make the fire."
The corners of the pretty mouth were twitching. "And you probably guessed my part of it when you saw me try to make that dreadful pan-bread. I _can_ cook; really I can, Mr. Prime; but when one has been used to having everything imaginable to do it with----"
Prime thought he might venture to laugh once more. "Your revenge is in your own hands; all you have to do is to continue to make the bread.
It"ll get me in time. My digestion isn"t particularly good, you know."
"Do you really think we shall be rescued soon?"
"For the sake of my own sanity, I"m obliged to think it."
"And in the meantime we must sit here and wait?"
"We needn"t make the waiting any harder than we are obliged to. Suppose we call it a--er--a sort of surprise-party picnic. I imagine it is no use for us to try to escape. Grider probably picked the lonesomest place he knew of."
She fell in with the idea rather more readily than he could have hoped, and it gave him a freshening interest in her. The women he knew best were not so entirely sensible. During what remained of the forenoon they rambled together in the forest, care-free for the moment and postponing the evil day. In such circ.u.mstances their acquaintance grew by leaps and bounds, and when they came back to make a renewed attack upon the provisions, the picnic spirit was still in the saddle.
The afternoon was spent in much the same manner; and in the absence of the conventional restraints, a good many harmless confidences were exchanged. Before the day was ended the young woman had heard the moving story of Prime"s struggle for a foothold in the field of letters, a struggle which, he was modest enough to say, was still in the making; and in return she had given her own story, which was commonplace enough--so many years of school, so many in a Middle Western coeducational college, two more of them as a teacher in the girls"
school.
"Humdrum, isn"t it?" she said. They had made the evening fire, and she was trying to cook two vegetables and the inevitable pan-bread in the one small skillet. "This is my first real adventure. I wish I might know whether I dare enjoy it as much as I"d like to."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Oh, the conventions, I suppose. We can"t run fast enough or far enough to get away from them. I am wondering what the senior faculty would say if it could see me just now."
Prime grinned appreciatively. "It would probably shriek and expire."
"Happily it can"t see; and to-morrow--surely Mr. Grider will come back for us to-morrow, won"t he?"
"We are going to sleep soundly in that comforting belief, anyway. Which reminds me: you will have to have some sort of a place to sleep in. Why didn"t I think of that before dark?"
Immediately after supper, and before he would permit himself to roll a cigarette from the diminishing supply of precious tobacco, Prime fell upon his problem, immensely willing but prodigiously inexperienced. At first he thought he would build a shack, but the lack of an axe put that out of the question. Round by round, ambition descended the ladder of necessity, and the result was nothing better than a camper"s bed of broken pine twigs sheltered and housed in by a sort of bower built from such tree branches as he could break off by main strength.
The young woman did not withhold her meed of praise, especially after she had seen his blistered hands, which were also well daubed with pitch from the pines.
"It"s a shame!" she said. "I ought not to have let you work so hard. If it should happen to rain, you"d need the shelter much more than I should."
"Why do you say that?"
"You don"t look so very fit," was the calm reply; "and I _am_ fit. Do you know, my one ambition, as a little girl, was to grow up and be an acrobat in a circus?"
"And yet you landed in the laboratory of a girls" school," he laughed.
"Not exclusively," she countered quickly. "Last year I was also an a.s.sistant in the gymnasium. Swimming was my specialty, but I taught other things as well."
Prime laughed again. "And I can"t swim a single stroke," he confessed.
"Isn"t that a humiliating admission on the part of a man who has lived the greater part of his life in sight of the ocean?"
Miss Millington said she thought it was, and in such gladsome fashion the evening wore away. When it came time to sleep, the lately risen moon lighted the young woman to her bower; and Prime, replenishing the fire, made his bed in the sand, the unwonted exertions of the day and evening putting him to sleep before he had fairly fitted himself to the inequalities of his burrow below the tree roots.
III
SENSIBLE SHOES
THE dawn of the second morning was much like that of the first, cool and crystal clear, and with the sun beating out a pathway of molten gold across the mirror-like surface of the solitary lake.
Prime bestirred himself early, meaning to get the breakfast under way single-handed while Miss Millington slept. But the young woman who had described herself as being "fit" had stolen a march upon him. He was frying the bacon when she came skimming up the beach with her hair flying.
"I got up early and didn"t want to disturb you," she told him. "There is a splendid swimming place just around that point; I don"t know when I"ve enjoyed a dip more. Wouldn"t you like to try it while I dry my hair and make some more of the homicidal bread?"
Prime went obediently and took the required bath, finding the water bracingly cold and scarcely shallow enough to be rea.s.suring to a non-swimmer. Over the breakfast which followed, the picnic spirit still presided, though by now it was beginning to lose a little of the lilt.
For one thing, the bacon and the pan-bread, though they were ameliorated somewhat by the tinned things, were growing a trifle monotonous; for another, the limitless expanse of lake and sky and forest gave forth no sign of the hoped-for rescue.
After breakfast they made a careful calculation to determine how long their provisions would last. This, too, was unhopeful. With reasonable economy they might eat through another day. Beyond that lay a chance of famine.
"Surely Grider will come back for us to-day," Prime a.s.serted when Domestic Science had done its best in apportioning the supplies. But at this the young woman shook her head doubtfully.
"I have had time to think," she announced. "It is all a guess, you know--this about Mr. Grider--and the more I think of it the more incredible it seems. Consider a moment. To make the kidnapping possible we must both have been drugged. That is a serious matter--too serious to have a part in the programme of the most reckless practical joker."
Prime looked up quickly. "I might have been drugged very easily. But you?"
The young woman bared a rounded arm to show a minute red dot half-way between wrist and elbow. "I told you about the young woman who stumbled and turned her ankle: when I took hold of her to help her, something p.r.i.c.ked my arm. She said it was a pin in the sleeve of her coat and apologized for having been so careless as to leave it there."
Prime looked closely at the red dot.
"A hypodermic needle?" he suggested.
She nodded. "That is why I became so sleepy. And your potion was put in the wine, which you say tasted so bad."