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I believe it was the next day that Tish went to the library and read about worms. Aggie and I had spent the day buying tackle, according to Charlie Sands’s advice. We got some very good rods with nickel-plated reels for two dollars and a quarter, a dozen assorted hooks for each person, and a dozen sinkers. The man wanted to sell us what he called a “landing net,” but I took a good look at it and pinched Aggie.

“I can make one out of a barrel hoop and mosquito netting,” I whispered; so we did not buy it.

Perhaps he thought we were novices, for he insisted on showing us all sorts of absurd things–trolling-hooks, he called them; gaff hooks for landing big fish and a spoon that was certainly no spoon and did not fool us for a minute, being only a few hooks and a red feather. He asked a dollar and a quarter for it!

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 nobly. 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 assault 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.”

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“But why was the detective watching Hutchins?” said Charlie Sands. “Was it because he had heard of my Aunt Letitia’s reckless nature? I am still bewildered.”

“You remember the night we got the worms?”

“I see. The detective was watching all of you because you stole the worms.”

“Stole nothing!” Tish snapped. “That’s the girl’s house. She’s the Miss Newcomb you read about in the papers. Now do you understand?”

“Certainly I do. She was a fugitive from justice because the cat found dynamite in the woods. Or–perhaps I’m a trifle confused, but–Now I have it! She had stolen a gold-mounted traveling-bag and given it to McDonald. Lucky chap! I was crazy about Hutchins myself. You might tip her the word that I’m badly off for a traveling-case myself. But what about the P.T.S.? How did she happen on the scene?”

“She was engaged to the detective, and she was camping down the river. He had sent her word where he was. The red flag was to help her find him.”

Tish knows Charlie Sands, so she let him talk. Then:–

“Mr. McDonald was too wealthy, Charlie,” she said; “so when she wanted him to work and be useful, and he refused, she ran off and got a situation herself to teach him a lesson. She could drive a car. But her people heard about it, and that wretched detective was responsible for her safety. That’s why he followed her about.”

“I should like to follow her about myself,” said Charlie Sands. “Do you think she’s unalterably decided to take McDonald, money and all? He’s still an idler. Lend me your car, Aunt Tish. There’s a theory there; and–who knows?”

“He is going to work for six months before she marries him,” Tish said. “He seems to like to work, now he has started.”

She rang the bell and Hannah came to the door.

“Hannah,” said Tish calmly, “call up the garage and tell McDonald to bring the car round. Mr. Sands is going out.”

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