“Aren’t we going down to the river and try to find our way back to our party?” he asked as his companion started to enter the cottage.
“Not yet. I have something to do in here first,” she made reply. “Oh!” Elfreda sprang back.
“Wha—wha—what!”
“There’s someone in there,” she whispered.
“Oh, wow!” Stacy jumped and started off.
Elfreda looked her disgust, and, summoning her courage, stepped into the cabin.
“Who is it?” she demanded.
“I was waiting to see how steady your nerves are,” answered a voice that brought a thrill to her. A man rose and stepped towards her.
“Mr. White! Stacy, come in, it’s all right,” she called, a happier note in her voice. “I am so glad to see you, for I need you.” Elfreda shook hands with the guide. “How long have you been here?”
“I came in just a moment ago. My horse is down near the river, where I picked up your trail and came up here. What has been going on here? I believe there was some shooting up this way. So it sounded to me.”