e's different ways of looking at it."

Tish took out her watch. "Twenty minutes," she said. "Start thinking
now."

He wandered off and rolled a cigarette. Later on, as I have said, he
showed Tish how to do it--not, of course, that she meant to smoke, but
Tish is fond of learning how to do things. She got so she could roll
them with one hand, and she does it now in the winter evenings, instead
of rolling paper spills as formerly. When Charlie Sands comes, she
always has a supply ready for him, although occasionally somewhat dry
from waiting for a few weeks.

At the end of twenty minutes Tish snapped her watch shut.

"Time!" she called, and Bill came back.

"Well, I'll do it," he said. "I don't know as they'll put you in the
picture, but I'll see what I can do."

"Picture nothing!" Tish snapped. "You take us there and hide us. That's
the point. There must be caves round to put us in, although I don't
insist on a cave. They're damp usually."

Well, he looked puzzled, but he agreed. I caught Aggie's eye, and we
exchanged glances. There was trouble coming, and we knew it. Our long
experience with Tish had taught us not to ask questions. "Ours but to do
and die," as Aggie later said. But I confess to a feeling of uneasiness
during the remainder of that day.

We changed our course that afternoon, turning off at Saint Mary's and
spending the night near the Swiss Chalet at Going-to-the-Sun. Aggie and
I pleaded to spend the night in the chalet, but Tish was adamant.

"When I am out camping, I camp," she said. "I can have a bed at home,
but I cannot sleep under the stars, on a bed of pine needles, and be
lured to rest by the murmur of a mountain stream."

Well, we gave it up and went with her. I must say that the trip had
improved us already. Except when terrified or kicked by a horse, Aggie
was not sneezing at all, and I could now climb into the saddle
unassisted. My waistbands were much looser, too, and during a short rest
that afternoon I put a dart in my riding-breeches, during the absence
of Bill after the pack-horse, which had strayed.

It was on that occasion that Tish told us as much of her plan as she
thought it wise for us to know.

"The holdup," she explained, "is to be the day after to-morrow on the
Piegan Pass. Bill says there is a level spot at the top with rocks all
about. That is the spot. The Ostermaiers and their party leave the
automobiles at Many Glaciers and take horses to the pass. It will be
w