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But under her calmness Tish was terribly excited. I could tell it by her glittering eyes and the red spot in each cheek. Manlike, Mr. Muldoon did not see these signs; he ate very little and sat watching her, fascinated. Only once, however, did he broach the subject.

“I had no idea you were such a shot, Miss Letitia,” he said. “It–that was a marvel.”

“Oh, I shoot a little,” said Tish coolly. “Only for my own amusement, of course.”

Mr. Muldoon made no reply. He was very thoughtful all evening, did not care to play whist, and watched Tish whenever he could, furtively.

Tish herself was in an exalted mood, but not about the shot–she was modest enough about that.

And with cause. Months after she told us how it happened. She said she was carrying the eggs and milk with her left hand and had the gun in her right, when a shot struck a tree beside her. She was so startled that her finger pulled the trigger of her own rifle, which was pointed up, with the result we know of. She would probably never have confessed even then, had she not taken rheumatic fever and thought she was dying.

When Mr. Muldoon went out to fix Modestine for the night Tish called us to the back of the cave.

“I bought the milk and eggs,” she said hurriedly, “and having a dime left–your missionary dime, Aggie, I borrowed it–I went back and bought a glass of jelly. Men like preserves. The woman wrapped it in a newspaper, and there is a full account of the robbery and of Muldoon being after the outlaws. He’s after the outlaws, but he’s after the reward too. They’re quoted at a thousand dollars!”

“He can have the thousand dollars for all of me,” said Aggie.

“A thousand dollars!” said Tish. “A thousand dollars to hand in to the church as the return from your missionary dime! And if we don’t get it Muldoon will! As soon as he can get about on his leg he’ll cease being hunted and begin to hunt. Why should he have it? He has plenty of chances, and we’ll never have another.”

That was all she had a chance to say, Muldoon joining us at that moment.

We retired early, but I did not sleep well. I wakened from time to time and I could hear Tish stirring next to me. At last I reached over and touched her.

“Can’t you sleep?” I whispered.

“Don’t want to,” she whispered back. “I’ve got it all fixed, Lizzie. We’ll take those outlaws back to the city, roped two by two.”

It was a cool spring night, but I broke into a hot perspiration.

V

Tish began with Mr. Muldoon the next morning. He could not leave the cave to carry up water, for daylight revealed another guard across the valley and it was clear we were being watched. While Aggie and I went to the spring Tish talked to him.

She told him that he had undertaken too much, single-handed, and that he should have brought a posse with him. He agreed with her. He said he had started with a posse, but that they had split up. Also he insisted that but for his accident he could have managed easily.

“I’m up against it,” he said, “and I know it. They’ll get me yet. For the last day or two they’ve been closing up round this cave, and in a night or two they’ll rush it. They’ve got their headquarters at that farmhouse.”

“The thing for you to do then,” said Tish, “is to get out while there is time. You can get help and come back.”

“And leave you women here alone?”

“They’re not after us,” Tish replied, “and we’ve managed alone for a good many years. I guess we’ll get along.”

But when she proposed her plan, which was that he should put on Aggie’s spare outfit and her sun veil and ride out of the valley on Modestine’s back in daylight, he objected. He said no outlaw worthy of the name would fall for a thing like that, and he said he wouldn’t wear skirts, and that was all there was to it.