"If you will walk up the road past the Y. M. C. A. hut, Mr. Burton, it is just 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
