"The greatest weapon in the world," Tish explained, "is ridicule. Man is
helpless against it. To be absurd is to be lost. When the bandits take
the money, where do they go?"

"Down the other side from the pass. A photographer will photograph them
there, making their escape with the loot."

"And the young lady?"

"I've told you that," he said bitterly. "She is to be captured by the
attacking party."

"They will all be armed?"

"Sure, with blanks. The Indians have guns and arrows, but the arrows
have rubber tips."

Tish rose majestically. "Mr. Bell," she said, "you may sleep to-night
the sleep of peace. When I undertake a thing, I carry it through. My
friends will agree with me. I never fail, when my heart is set on it. By
the day after to-morrow the young lady in the case will hate the sight
of a camera."

Although not disclosing her plan, she invited the young man to join us.
But his face fell and he shook his head.

Tish said that she did not expect to need him, but that, if the time
came, she would blow three times on a police whistle, which she had,
with her usual foresight, brought along. He agreed to that, although