ust possible you will
find an extra tire lying there. I am not positive, but I think it
likely. I should continue walking until you find it."

"Must have seen a rubber plant up that way," Mr. Burton said, rather
disagreeably for him. He was most pleasant usually.

"I have simply indicated a possibility," Tish said. "Aggie, I think I'll
have a small quantity of blackberry cordial."

With Tish recourse to that remedy indicated either fatigue or a certain
nervous strain. That it was the latter was shown by the fact that when
Mr. Burton had gone she started the engine of the car and suggested that
we be ready to leave at a moment's notice. She then took a folding chair
and placed herself in a dark corner of the ruined house.

"If you see the lights of a car approaching," she called, "just tell me,
will you?"

However, I am happy to say that no car came near. Somewhat later Mr.
Burton appeared rolling a tire ahead of him, and wearing the dazed look
he still occasionally wore when confronted with new evidences of Tish's
efficiency.

"Well," he said, dropping the tire and staring at Aggie and myself,
"she dreamed true. Either that or----"

"Mr. Burton," Tish called, "do you mind hiding that tire until morning?
We found it and it is ours. But it's unnecessary to excite suspicion at
any time."

I am not certain that Mr. Burton's theory is right, but even if it is I
contend that war is war and justifies certain practices hardly to be
condoned in times of peace.

Briefly, he has always maintained that Tish being desperate and arguing
that the C. in C.--which is military for commander-in-chief--was able to
secure tires whenever necessary--that Tish had deliberately unfastened a
spare tire from the rear of General Pershing's automobile; not of course
actually salvaging it, but leaving it in a position where on the car's
getting into motion it would fall off and could then be salvaged.

I do not know. I do know, however, that Tish retired very early to her
bed in the ambulance. As Aggie was heating water for a bath, having
found a sheltered horse trough behind a broken wall, I took Mr. Burton
for a walk through the town in an endeavor to bring him to a more
cheerful frame of mind. He was still very low-spirited, but he offered
no confidences until we approached the only undestroyed building in
sight. He stopped then and suggested turning back.

"It's a Y hut," he said. "We'll be about as welcome there as a skunk at
a ga