"Where is he? What did you shoot at?" she questioned apprehensively, fixing searching eyes upon the guide.
Miss Elting repeated the questions a few seconds later, she having joined Harriet.
The guide stood with revolver still pointed toward the tote-trail, ready to shoot at the slightest movement. In the faint light the two women could see a shadowy something that appeared to be standing beside the trail.
"There! See him? I swum, I don't understand it," muttered the guide. "I fired in the air to scare him."
"Where is it? What do you mean?" questioned the guardian.
"Him! I looked and he wasn't there, then I looked again and there he stood, right where you see him now. Then I shot into the air twice."
Harriet Burrell burst into a merry shout. She laughed and laughed until her companions, taking fresh courage, ran out, demanding to know what was so funny. Tommy declared that she would give almost anything to be able to laugh that way at that particular moment. Neither did Miss Elting understand the meaning of this sudden merriment, but she knew that Harriet had discovered something.
Janus regarded the girl frowningly, all the time keeping one eye on the faintly outlined figure out by the tote-trail.
"Laugh, consarn it!" Mr. Grubb growled, beginning to feel that, in some way, he had made a shining mark of himself, rather than appearing in the role of a hero who had valiantly defended his party of young women.
"What is it, dear?" asked the guardian.