She then began
laying out the sections of their tent, which she laced together. Janus
stepped over to her.
"You sit down, Miss. We will do that," he insisted. Jim was sent out
to cut some poles for the tent, Janus in the meantime smoothing off a
space on the ground on which to pitch the tent. The canvas was still
quite wet. Examination of the blankets showed that these had not yet
dried out sufficiently to make them fit for use. "I guess you'll have
to sit up and wait for the things to dry out," declared the guide. He
was troubled over what had happened as well as what had been said that
evening. Janus, too, was still thinking of the description given him
of Miss Elting's caller. He thought he knew whom that description
fitted, all except the beard. It was the beard that spoiled the
picture he had in mind. He pondered over this all during the time he
was working on the tent, pausing now and then to stroke his own beard.
"Don't worry about it. We are not afraid," said a soothing voice at
his side. He glanced around to find Harriet Burrell's brown eyes
smiling up at him.
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