Miss Elting stood aside while the man stepped toward the door.
At this juncture Harriet Burrell appeared in the doorway leading to the
hall. She had missed Miss Elting, and, not finding the guardian in her
room, had come downstairs in search of her. Harriet had not known that
the guardian was engaged.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, Miss Elting. I did not know--I thought you
were alone."
"It is all right. Come in, Harriet. What did you wish?"
Harriet did not reply. Instead, she gazed perplexedly at the
retreating form of Miss Elting's late caller.
"You'll be sorry you ever took up with that hound," flung back the
fellow, turning as he was about to step out on the veranda.
Miss Elting made no reply. Her lips tightened a little, then she
turned with a half-smile, regarding Harriet's frowning face quizzically.
"What does it mean, Miss Elting?" questioned the girl.
"I don't know, my dear. The man wanted to act as our guide. I am glad
he isn't the one who is to lead us over the mountains. I don't like
him at all. You heard what he just said?"
Harriet nodded.
"He was referring to Mr.
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