y turned over the engine, we had no
time to fish for two days.

The police agent fished all day from a rock, for, of course, he had
no boat; but he seemed to catch nothing. At times we saw him digging
frantically, as though for worms. What he dug with I do not know; but,
of course, he got no worms. Tish said if he had been more civil she
would have taken something to him and a can of worms; but he had been
rude, especially to Aggie's cat, and probably the boat would bring him
things.

What with getting settled and everything, we had not much time to think
about the spy. It was on the third day, I believe, that he brought his
green canoe to the open water in front of us and anchored there, just
beyond earshot.

He put out a line and opened a book; and from that time on he was a part
of the landscape every day from 10 A.M. to 4 P.M. At noon he would eat
some sort of a lunch, reading as he ate.

He apparently never looked toward us, but he was always there. It was
the most extraordinary thing. At first we thought he had found a
remarkable fishing-place; but he seemed to catch very few fish. It was
Tish, I think, who found the best explanation.

"He's providing himself with an alibi," she stated. "How can he be a spy
when we see him all day long? Don't you see how clever it is?"

It was the more annoying because we had arranged a small cove for
soap-and-water bathing, hanging up a rod for bath-towels and suspending
a soap-dish and a sponge-holder from an overhanging branch. The cove was
well shielded by brush and rocks from the island, but naturally was open
to the river.

It was directly opposite this cove that Mr. McDonald took up his
position.

This compelled us to bathe in the early morning, while the water was
still cold, and resulted in causing Aggie a most uncomfortable half-hour
on the fourth morning of our stay.

She was the last one in the pool, and Tish absent-mindedly took her
bathrobe and slippers back to the camp when she went. Tish went out
in the canoe shortly after. She was learning to use one, with a life
preserver on--Tish, of course, not the canoe. And Mr. McDonald arriving
soon after, Aggie was compelled to sit in the water for two hours and
twenty minutes. When Hutchins found her she was quite blue.

This was the only disagreement we had all summer: Aggie's refusing to
speak to Tish that entire day. She said Mr. McDonald had seen her head
and thought it was some sort of swimming animal, an