"Fine, fine!" observed Miss Briggs. "We surely have made a most excellent start."
"Cheer up. The worst is yet to come," reiterated Hippy. "Keep your ears open. I'll be back in a moment."
Hippy ran to his tent, returning with his heavy army revolver strapped to his waist.
"What are you going to do?" questioned Anne. "Grace said you were not to follow her."
"I'm not going to. I have merely prepared myself in case she signals for me. All hands keep quiet and listen. Stop that noise!" warned Hippy as Wash struck a chord on his harmonica. "Nora, if he sounds another note, take the infernal music box away from him. I—hark!"
A sharp report startled the Overland girls.
"That wasn't Grace's revolver," announced Lieutenant Wingate, leaning forward in a listening attitude, but before the words had left his lips, in fact, instantly following the first shot came a heavy report, a bang that woke the mountain echoes.
"That's Grace! That's a service revolver," cried Hippy.
"They're at it!" exclaimed Elfreda, as three more shots in quick succession, two of them from Grace's revolver, were fired.