"My sane mind tells me she"s perfectly safe," he said. "I don"t know that I"ve ever met a person more able to take care of herself; but it"s darned odd--that"s all I can say."
Just as he spoke a volley of shots sounded from up the river near our camp, two close together and then one; and somebody screamed.
It was very dark. We could see lanterns flashing at our camp and somebody was yelling hoa.r.s.ely. 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! The girl came; I didn"t steal her."
Charlie Sands, I remember, interrupted at that moment to remind her that she had shot a hole in the detective"s canoe; but this only irritated her.
"Certainly I did," she snapped; "but it"s perfectly idiotic of him to say that it took off the heel of his shoe. In that stony country it"s always easy to lose a heel."
But to return to Tish"s story:--
"It occurred to me," she said, "that, if the launch had drifted to Mr.
McDonald"s island, the canoe might have done so too; so I took a look round. I"d been pretty much worried about having called the boy a spy when he wasn"t, and it worried me to think that he couldn"t get away from the place. I never liked the red-haired man. He was cruel to Aggie"s cat--but we"ve told you that.
"I knew that in the morning the detective would see the P.T.S., as we called her, and he could get over and propose before breakfast. But when I found the canoe--yes, I found it--I didn"t intend to do anything more than steal the detective"s boat."
"Is that all?" said Charlie Sands sarcastically. "You disappoint me, Aunt Let.i.tia! With all the chances you had--to burn his pitiful little tent, for instance, or steal his suitcase--"
"But on my way," Tish went on with simple dignity, "it occurred to me that I could move things a step farther by taking the girl to Mr.
McDonald and letting him have his chance right away. Things went well from the start, for she was standing alone, looking out over the river.
It was dark, except for the starlight, and I didn"t know it was she. I beached the canoe and she squealed a little when I spoke to her."
"Just what," broke in Charlie Sands, "does one say under such circ.u.mstances? Sometime I may wish to abduct a young woman and it is well to be prepared."
"I told her the young man she had expected was on Island Eleven and had sent me to get her. She was awfully excited. She said they"d seen his signal, but nothing of him. And when they"d found a number of feminine things round they all felt a little--well, you can understand. She went back to get a coat, and while she was gone I untied the canoes and pushed them out into the river. I"m thorough, and I wasn"t going to have a lot of people interfering before we got things fixed."
It was here, I think, that Charlie Sands gave a low moan and collapsed on the sofa. "Certainly!" he said in a stifled voice. "I believe in being thorough. And, of course, a few canoes more or less do not matter."
"Later," Tish said, "I knew I"d been thoughtless about the canoes; but, of course, it was too late then."
"And when was it that you a.s.saulted the detective?"
"He fired first," said Tish. "I never felt more peaceable in my life.
It"s absurd for him to say that he was watching our camp, as he had every night we"d been there. Who asked him to guard us? And the idea of his saying he thought we were Indians stealing things, and that he fired into the air! The bullets sang past me. I had hardly time to get my revolver out of my stocking."
"And then?" asked Charlie Sands.
"And then," said Tish, "we went calmly down the river to Island Eleven.
We went rapidly, for at first the detective did not know I had shot a hole in his canoe, and he followed us. It stands to reason that if I"d shot his heel off he"d have known there was a hole in the boat. Luckily the girl was in the bottom of the canoe when she fainted or we might have been upset."
It was at this point, I believe, that Charlie Sands got his hat and opened the door.
"I find," he said, "that I cannot stand any more at present, Aunt Tish.
I shall return when I am stronger."
So I shall go back to my own narrative. Really my justification is almost complete. Any one reading to this point will realize the injustice of the things that have been said about us.
We were despairing of Tish, as I have said, when we heard the shots and then the approach of a canoe. Then Tish hailed us.
"Quick, somebody!" she said. "I have a cramp in my right leg."
[The canoeing position, kneeling as one must, had been always very trying for her. She frequently developed cramps, which only a hot footbath relieved.]
Mr. McDonald waded out into the water. Our beach fire illuminated the whole scene distinctly, and when he saw the P.T.S. huddled in the canoe he stopped as though he had been shot.
"How interesting!" said Hutchins from the bank, in her cool voice.
I remember yet Tish, stamping round on her cramped limb and smiling benevolently at all of us. The girl, however, looked startled and unhappy, and a little dizzy. Hutchins helped her to a fallen tree.
"Where--where is he?" said the P.T.S.
Tish stared at her. "Bless the girl!" she said. "Did you think I meant the other one?"
"I--What other one?"
Tish put her hand on Mr. McDonald"s arm. "My dear girl," she said, "this young man adores you. He"s all that a girl ought to want in the man she loves. I have done him a grave injustice and he has borne it n.o.bly. Come now--let me put your hand in his and say you will marry him."
"Marry him!" said the P.T.S. "Why, I never saw him in my life before!"
We had been so occupied with this astounding scene that none of us had noticed the arrival of the detective. He limped rapidly up the bank--having lost his heel, as I have explained--and, dripping with water, confronted us. When a red-haired person is pale, he is very pale.
And his teeth showed.
He ignored all of us but the P.T.S., who turned and saw him, and went straight into his arms in the most unmaidenly fashion.
"By Heaven," he said, "I thought that elderly lunatic had taken you off and killed you!"
He kissed her quite frantically before all of us; and then, with one arm round her, he confronted Tish.
"I"m through!" he said. "I"m done! There isn"t a salary in the world that will make me stay within gunshot of you another day." He eyed her fiercely. "You are a dangerous woman, madam," he said. "I"m going to bring a charge against you for abduction and a.s.sault with intent to kill. And if there"s any proof needed I"ll show my canoe, full of water to the gunwale."
Here he kissed the girl again.
"You--you know her?" gasped Mr. McDonald, and dropped on a tree-trunk, as though he were too weak to stand.
"It looks like it, doesn"t it?"
Here I happened to glance at Hutchins, and she was convulsed with mirth!
Tish saw her, too, and glared at her; but she seemed to get worse. Then, without the slightest warning, she walked round the camp-fire and kissed Mr. McDonald solemnly on the top of his head.
"I give it up!" she said. "Somebody will have to marry you and take care of you. I"d better be the person."