"Yeth, and he had black whithkerth, too," interjected Tommy.
"He wore a soft hat pulled down over his face," added Margery.
"I believe it is the same man," said the guardian reflectively.
"Get back out of the light, ladies, please," urged the guide. "We will let the fire burn, but we had better keep out of the light. The man may have a gun."
"No, he has not," spoke up Harriet.
"What was he doing out there?" questioned Miss Elting.
"Spying on the camp, then getting ready to shoot. I think he was going to shoot Mr. Grubb," was the startling declaration. Janus gripped his whiskers with all the fingers of the right hand. He gave the whiskers a tug that threatened to thin them out.
"Shoot me?" he roared.
Harriet nodded and smiled.
"But I thought you said he had no gun," objected Miss Elting.