"Driveling idiot that she is, I cannot think of her hiding somewhere and sneezing herself into captivity. I am going back, Lizzie."
"Then I go too," I said firmly. "I guess if she's your responsibility she's mine too."
Well, she didn't want me any more than she wanted the measles, but the time was coming when she could thank her lucky stars I was there. However, she said nothing, but I heard her suggesting that we separate, every man for himself, except the prisoner, and work back to our own side the best way we could.
With her customary thoughtfulness, however, she held a short conversation with Mr. Burton first. I have not mentioned Captain Weber, I believe, since our first entrance into the church, but he was with us, and I had observed Mr. Burton eying him with unfriendly eyes. Indeed, I am quite convinced that the accident of our leaving the church without the captain, and finding him left behind and bolted in, was no accident at all."
Tish merely told Mr. Burton that the prisoner was his, and that if he chose and could manage to present him, to Hilda he might as well do it.
"She's welcome to him," she said.
"He's not my prisoner."
"He is now; I give him to you."
