"Then, there is the Mystery Man," reminded Nora. "Is he one of them?"
"He may be for all we know about him," answered Elfreda, shrugging her shoulders.
Grace said "no."
"It doesn't seem probable, that, were he one of them, he would have shot one of them in our defense, does it?" she asked.
The Overlanders admitted the force of her argument. Supper finished, they sat about the campfire, now a glowing bed of coals, which now and then was fed and stirred into little ribbons of flame by adding bits of dry twigs.
"I am going to sit up to-night, and watch the camp," announced Hippy after the tents had been pitched and the girls, one by one, had begun to do their hair for the night.
"Yes, it will be wise. When you get sleepy, call me and I will take the watch for the rest of the night," directed Grace.
"I never sleep," remonstrated Hippy.
"He never sleeps," mimicked Emma in a deep voice from her tent, sending her companions into a shout of laughter.
"Except when he is supposed to be awake," teased Anne.