back," he said gloomily, "you can think again, Miss Tish!"
When the two men returned Tish gave them a brief talking-to.
"First of all," she said, "there must be no mistake as to who is in command of this expedition. If we succeed it will be by finesse rather than force, and that is distinctly a feminine quality. Second, there is to be no unnecessary fighting. We are here to secure my nephew, not the German Army."
The man we had bumped off the step of the ambulance, whose name proved to be Jim, said at once that that last sentence had relieved his mind greatly. A few prisoners wouldn't put them out seriously, but the Allies were feeding more than they could afford already.
"But a few won't matter," he added. "Say, a dozen or so. They won't kick on that."
I have never learned where Tish learned her strategy—unless from the papers she took from the general's cellar.
Military experts have always considered the plan masterly, I believe, and have lauded the mobility of a small force and the greater element of surprise possible, as demonstrated by the incidents which followed.
