Tish gave us each a little blackberry cordial, for fear of dampness, and took some herself. The mild glow which followed was very comforting.
It was Tish, naturally, who went forward to reconnoiter. She returned in an hour, to report that the three men were lying round the fire, two asleep and one leaning on his elbow with a revolver handy. She did not see Mr. Oliver, and it was possible that it was he we had tied to the tree. The girl, she said, was sitting on a log, with her chin propped in her hands.
"She looked rather low-spirited," Tish said. "I expect she liked the first young man better than she thought she did. I intend to give her a piece of my mind as soon as I get a chance. This playing hot and cold isn"t maidenly, to say the least."
We now moved slowly forward, after tying our horses. Toward the last, following Tish"s example, we went on our hands and knees, and I was thankful then for no skirts. It is wonderful the freedom a man has. I was never one to approve of Doctor Mary Walker, but I"m not so sure she isn"t a wise woman and the rest of us fools. I haven"t put on a skirt braid since that time without begrudging it.
Well, as I have stated, we advanced, and at last we were in full sight of the camp. I must say I"d have thought they"d have a tent. We expected something better, I suppose, because of the articles in the papers about movie people having their own limousines, and all that. But there they were, open to the wrath of the heavens, and deserving it, if I do say so.
The girl was still sitting, as Tish had described her. Only now she was crying. My heart was downright sore for her. It is no comfort, having made a wrong choice, to know that it is one"s own fault.
Having now reached the zone of firelight Tish gave the signal, and we rose and pointed our revolvers at them. Then Tish stepped forward and said:--
"Hands up!"
I shall never forget the expression on the man"s face.
He shouted something, but he threw up his hands also, with his eyes popping out of his head. The others scrambled to their feet, but he warned them.
"Careful, boys!" he yelled. "They"re got the drop on us."
Just then his eyes fell on Aggie, and he screeched:--
"Two women and a Turk, by ----." The blank is mine.
"Lizzie," said Tish sternly, as all of them, including the girl, held their hands up, "just give me your weapon and go over them."
"Go over them?" I said, not understanding.
"Search them," said Tish. "Take everything out of their pockets. And don"t move," she ordered them sternly. "One motion, and I fire. Go on, Lizzie."
Now I have never searched a man"s pockets, and the idea was repugnant to me. I am a woman of delicate instincts. But Tish"s face was stern. I did as commanded, therefore, the total result being:--
Four revolvers.
Two large knives.
One small knife.
One bunch of keys.
One plug of chewing-tobacco.
Four cartridge belts.
Two old pipes.
Mr. Ostermaier"s cigar-case, which I recognized at once, being the one we had presented to him.
Mrs. Ostermaier"s wedding-ring and gold bracelet, which her sister gave her on her last birthday.
A diamond solitaire, unknown, as Mrs. Ostermaier never owned one, preferring instead earrings as more showy.
And a considerable sum of money, which I kept but did not count.
There were other small articles, of no value.
"Is that all the loot you secured during the infamous scene on Piegan Pa.s.s?" Tish demanded, "You need not hide anything from us. We know the facts, and the whole story will soon be public."
"That"s all, lady," whined one of the men. "Except a few boxes of lunch, and that"s gone. Lady, lemme take my hands down. I"ve got a stiff shoulder, and I--"
"Keep them up," Tish snapped. "Aggie, see that they keep them up."
Until that time we had been too occupied to observe the girl, who merely stood and watched in a disdainful sort of way. But now Tish turned and eyed her sternly.
"Search her, Lizzie," she commanded.
"Search me!" the girl exclaimed indignantly. "Certainly not!"
"Lizzie," said Tish in her sternest manner, "go over that girl. Look in her riding-boots. I haven"t come across Mrs. Ostermaier"s earrings yet."
At that the girl changed color and backed off.
"It"s an outrage," she said. "Surely I have suffered enough."
"Not as much," Tish observed, "as you are going to suffer. Go over her, Lizzie."
While I searched her, Tish was lecturing her.
"You come from a good home, I understand," she said, "and you ought to know better. Not content with breaking an honest heart, you join a moving-picture outfit and frighten a prominent divine--for Mr. Ostermaier is well known--into what may be an illness. You cannot deny," she accused her, "that it was you who coaxed them to the pa.s.s. At least you needn"t. We heard you."
"How was I to know--" the girl began sullenly.
But at that moment I found Mrs. Ostermaier" chamois bag thrust into her riding-boot, and she suddenly went pale.
Tish held it up before her accusingly. "I dare say you will not deny this," she exclaimed, and took Mrs. Ostermaier"s earrings out of it.
The men muttered, but Aggie was equal to the occasion. "Silence!" she said, and pointed the revolver at each in turn.
The girl started to speak. Then she shrugged her shoulders. "I could explain," she said, "but I won"t. If you think I stole those hideous earrings you"re welcome to."
"Of course not," said Tish sarcastically. "No doubt she gave them to you--although I never knew her to give anything away before."
The girl stood still, thinking. Suddenly she said "There"s another one, you know. Another man."
"We have him. He will give no further trouble," Tish observed grimly. "I think we have you all, except your Mr. Oliver."
"He is not my Mr. Oliver," said the girl. "I never want to see him again. I--I hate him."