"Oh, dear!" said Aggie.
Suddenly Mr. Burton stopped and put down the basket of grenades.
"I'm damned if I'm going to rescue him!" he said firmly. "Now look here, Miss Tish, I hate to disappoint you, but I've got private reasons for leaving Weber exactly where he is.
"I don't wish him any harm, but if they'd take him and put him to road mending for three or four years I'd be a happier man. And as far as I'm concerned, I'm going to give them the chance."
The two men had stood listening, and now Bill spoke:
"Am I to understand that this is a rescue party?" he said. "Seeing the basket I thought it was a picnic. I just want to say this: If you have any idea of going to V, and as we were going in that direction ourselves, we might combine. My friend here and I were over last night, and we know how to get into the town."
"Very well," Tish agreed after a moment's hesitation. "I have no objection. It must be distinctly understood, however, that I am in charge. Captain Sands is my nephew."
Another light went up just then, and I perceived that he was staring at her.
"My—my word!" he gasped.
