"I didn't just mean it that way, Miss. I meant about Janus."
"How so?"
"I don't just like to say. Yes, I will, too. Do you know anything
about Jan Grubb?"
"No," admitted Miss Elting.
"Then you'd better ask. I am afraid you are putting too much
confidence in him."
"Mr. Collins, please be more explicit. What do you mean?"
"You'll find out after you've got out into the hills. He doesn't know
any more about the hills than a little yellow dog that's spent all its
life in town. He'll get you into all kinds of trouble, and then he'll
leave you to get out of it as best you can. You remember what I tell
you."
"Of course, I thank you for telling me," answered the guardian rather
stiffly. "However, we are quite satisfied with Mr. Grubb. As I
understand it, he is a highly respected citizen of Compton and an
efficient mountain guide. That will be quite sufficient for us."
"I need this job. I--I need the money, Miss," whined the stranger.
"I am satisfied with the arrangements I have already made." Miss Elting
turned to leave the room.
"My family needs it. I've been out of work a long time, and----"
"I am very sorry.
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