"I"m afraid I was pretty surly the other night," he said. "The truth is, I was so blooming unhappy that I didn"t give a d.a.m.n for anything."
But when he saw that Bill was preparing to take the pack off the horse he looked startled.
"I say," he said, "you don"t mean to camp here, do you?"
"Such is my intention," Tish observed grimly.
"But look here. Just beyond, at the pa.s.s, is where the holdup is to take place to-morrow."
"So I believe," said Tish. "What has that to do with us? What are you going to do?"
"Oh, I"m going to hang round."
"Well, we intend to hang round also."
He stood by and watched our preparations for camp. Tish chose a small grove for the tent, and then left us, clambering up the mountain-side.
She finally disappeared. Aggie mixed some m.u.f.fins for tea, and we invited the young man to join us. But he was looking downhearted again and refused.
However, when she took them out of the portable oven, nicely browned, and lifting the tops of each one dropped in a teaspoonful of grape jelly, he changed his mind.
"I"ll stay, if you don"t mind," he said. "Maybe some decent food will make me see things clearer."
When Tish descended at six o"clock, she looked depressed. "There is no cave," she said, "although I have gone where a mountain goat would get dizzy. But I have found a good place to hide the horses, where we can get them quickly when we need them."
Aggie was scooping the inside out of her m.u.f.fin, being unable to eat the crust, but she went quite pale.
"Tish," she said, "you have some desperate plan in view, and I am not equal to it. I am worn with travel and soft food, and am not as young as I once was."
"Desperate nothing!" said Tish, pouring condensed milk into her tea. "I am going to teach a lot of idiots a lesson, that"s all. There should be one spot in America free from the advertising man and his schemes, and this is going to be it. Commercialism," she went on, growing oratorical, "does not belong here among these mighty mountains. Once let it start, and these towering cliffs will be defaced with toothpowder and intoxicating-liquor signs."
The young man knew the plans for the holdup even letter than Bill. He was able to show us the exact spot which had been selected, and to tell us the hour at which the Ostermaier party was to cross the pa.s.s.
"They"ll lunch on the pa.s.s," he said, "and, of course, they suspect nothing. The young lady of whom I spoke to you will be one of their party. She, however, knows what is coming, and is, indeed, a party to it. The holdup will take place during luncheon."
Here his voice broke, and he ate an entire m.u.f.fin before he went on: "The holdup will take place on the pa.s.s, the bandits having been hidden on this "bench" right here. Then the outlaws, having robbed the tourists, will steal the young lady and escape down the trail on the other side. The guide, who is in the plot, will ride ahead in this direction and raise the alarm. You understand," he added, "that as it"s a put-up job, the tourists will get all their stuff back. I don"t know how that"s to be arranged."
"But the girl?" Tish asked.
"She"s to make her escape later," Mr. Bell said grimly, "and will be photographed galloping down the trail, by another idiot with a camera, who, of course, just happens to be on the spot. She"ll do it too," he added with a pathetic note of pride in his voice. "She"s got nerve enough for anything."
He drew a long breath, and Aggie poured him a third cup of tea.
"I dare say this will finish everything," he said dejectedly. "I can"t offer her any excitement like this. We live in a quiet suburb, where n.o.body ever fires a revolver except on the Fourth of July."
"What she needs," Tish said, bending forward, "is a lesson, Mr.
Bell--something to make her hate the very thought of a moving picture and shudder at the sound of a shot."
"Exactly," said Mr. Bell. "I"ve thought of that. Something to make her gun-shy and camera-shy. It"s curious about her. In some ways she"s a timid girl. She"s afraid of thunder, for one thing."
Tish bent forward. "Do you know," she said, "the greatest weapon in the world?"
"Weapon? Well, I don"t know. These new German guns--"
"The greatest weapon in the world," Tish explained, "is ridicule. Man is helpless against it. To be absurd is to be lost. When the bandits take the money, where do they go?"
"Down the other side from the pa.s.s. 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. When I undertake a thing, I carry it through. My friends will agree with me. I never fail, when my heart is set on it. By the day after to-morrow the young lady in the case will hate the sight of a camera."
Although not disclosing her plan, she invited the young man to join us.
But his face fell and he shook his head.
Tish said that she did not expect to need him, but that, if the time came, she would blow three times on a police whistle, which she had, with her usual foresight, brought along. He agreed to that, although looking rather surprised, and we parted from him.
"I would advise," Tish said as he moved away, "that you conceal yourself in the valley below the pa.s.s on the other side."
He agreed to this, and we separated for the night. But long after Aggie and I had composed ourselves to rest Tish sat on a stone by the camp-fire and rolled cigarettes.
At last she came into the tent and wakened us by prodding us with her foot.
"Get all the sleep you can," she said. "We"ll leave here at dawn to-morrow, and there"ll be little rest for any of us to-morrow night."
At daylight next morning she roused us. She was dressed, except that she wore her combing-jacket, and her hair was loose round her face.
"Aggie, you make an omelet in a hurry, and, Lizzie, you will have to get the horses."
"I"ll do nothing of the sort," I said, sitting up on the ground. "We"ve got a man here for that. Besides, I have to set the table."
"Very well," Tish replied, "we can stay here, I dare say. Bill"s busy at something I"ve set him to doing."
"Whose fault is it," I demanded, "that we are here in "Greenland"s Icy Mountains"? Not mine. Id never heard of the dratted place. And those horses are five miles away by now, most likely."
"Go and get a cup of tea. You"ll have a little sense then," said Tish, not unkindly. "And as for what Bill"s doing, he"s making revolvers.
Where"s your writing ink?"
_I had none!_ I realized it that moment. I had got it out at the first camp to record in my diary the place, weather, temperature, and my own pulse rate, which I had been advised to watch, on account of the effect of alt.i.tude on the heart, and had left the bottle sitting on a stone.
When I confessed this to Tish, she was unjustly angry and a trifle bitter.
"It"s what I deserve, most likely, for bringing along two incompetents,"