“Pretty fair,” he said.
But it seems they relaxed after that, and then she got them started on mixing different kinds of drinks. She would say, Did you ever try this and that, with a drop of something else floated on the top? And she would taste the things they brought, and they would take the rest.
“It was Bill who went under first. He went asleep standing up,” she said. And the captain next. But by that time Tish had freed herself, and she knocked Joe out with a piece of chain that was handy. And then their troubles were over, for they only had to drag them down below and lock them up. But they had been banging at the door all day, and Tish had had to make them keep quiet. She had the captain’s revolver by that time, and now and again she fired a bullet into the door frame, and they would hush up for an hour or so. Then they would start again.
Our dear Tish finished her narrative and then rose.
“And now,” she said brightly, “it is time for bed. I have done my duty, and shall sleep with a clear conscience.”
“Are you so sure of that?” said Charlie Sands, and fixed her with a cold eye.
“Why not?” Tish asked tartly.
“One reason might be—piracy on the high seas.”
“Piracy!” said Tish furiously. “I capture three rum runners, and you call it piracy?”
“Then there’s no matter of money to be discussed.”