Janus consulted with Miss Elting. He said they could walk to the
Shelter in a couple of hours, provided the girls were hard enough to
stand the climb. The guardian assured him that they were equal to
anything in the walking line. It was, therefore, settled that the
driver should take them to the foot of the mountain, whence they would
make their way on foot to the stopping place for the night, thus
beginning their tramp at the base of the mountain.
"How much farther have we to go?" questioned Harriet.
"A mile farther on we pass over a long, covered bridge. The road takes
a sharp bend beyond that. The foot of the mountain lies less than a
mile from the end of the bridge. We shall soon be there," answered
Janus. The girls burst forth into song. Janus had to shout to make
himself heard when he spoke to the driver. The horses were traveling
at a lively pace. They did not enjoy the disturbance behind them, and
their driver, having wrapped the reins about his arms to give him
greater purchase, was pulling sturdily, his feet braced against the
dashboard of the carry-all.
"Here's the bridge," cried the guide.
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