"Such is my intention," Tish observed grimly.

"But look here. Just beyond, at the pass, is where the holdup is to take
place to-morrow."

"So I believe," said Tish. "What has that to do with us? What are you
going to do?"

"Oh, I'm going to hang round."

"Well, we intend to hang round also."

He stood by and watched our preparations for camp. Tish chose a small
grove for the tent, and then left us, clambering up the mountain-side.
She finally disappeared. Aggie mixed some muffins for tea, and we
invited the young man to join us. But he was looking downhearted again
and refused.

However, when she took them out of the portable oven, nicely browned,
and lifting the tops of each one dropped in a teaspoonful of grape
jelly, he changed his mind.

"I'll stay, if you don't mind," he said. "Maybe some decent food will
make me see things clearer."

When Tish descended at six o'clock, she looked depressed. "There is no
cave," she said, "although I have gone where a mountain goat would get
dizzy. But I have found a good place to hide the horses, where we can
get them quickly when we need them."