en you are not entirely cold and heartless?"

She made no reply to this, being busy in assisting Aggie to lower the
raft over the side of the boat.

"Broiled ham, tea, hot biscuits, and marmalade," said Aggie gently. "My
poor fellow, we are doing what we consider our duty; but we want you to
know that it is hard for us--very hard."

When he saw our plan, Mr. McDonald's face fell; but he stepped out into
the water up to his knees and caught the raft as it floated down.

Before he said "Thank you" he lifted the cover of the pan and saw the
hot biscuits underneath.

"Really," he said, "it's very decent of you. I sent off a grocery order
yesterday, but nothing has come."

Tish had got Hutchins to start the engine by that time and we were
moving away. He stood there, up to his knees in water, holding the tray
and looking after us. He was really a pathetic figure, especially in
view of the awful fate we felt was overtaking him.

He called something after us. On account of the noise of the engine, we
could not be certain, but we all heard it the same way.

"Send for the whole d--d outfit!" was the way it sounded to us. "It
won't make any difference to me."

V

The last thing I recall of Mr. McDonald that day is seeing him standing
there in the water, holding the tray, with the teapot steaming under his
nose, and gazing after us with an air of bewilderment that did not
deceive us at all.

As I look back, there is only one thing we might have noticed at the
time. This was the fact that Hutchins, having started the engine, was
sitting beside it on the floor of the boat and laughing in the cruelest
possible manner. As I said to Aggie at the time: "A spy is a spy and
entitled to punishment if discovered; but no young woman should laugh
over so desperate a situation."

I come now to the denouement of this exciting period. It had been Tish's
theory that the red-haired man should not be taken into our confidence.
If there was a reward for the capture of the spy, we ourselves intended
to have it.

The steamer was due the next day but one. Tish was in favor of not
waiting, but of at once going in the motor boat to the town, some thirty
miles away, and telling of our capture; but Hutchins claimed there was
not sufficient gasoline for such an excursion. That afternoon we went in
the motor launch to where Tish had hidden the green canoe and, with a
hatchet, rendered it useless.

The workings of the subconscious mi