Do you, Mr. Grubb?"
"I swum, I don't!" he exploded. "Run into the tent? Why should they
do that?"
"They must have been terribly frightened," averred Jane McCarthy.
"Now, what could have frightened a pair of horses enough to make them
so blind they couldn't see a tent? Will you tell me that?"
The guide kicked the embers of the campfire, and piled on some light
wood. At this juncture Hazel came out, leading Margery, who had both
hands pressed to her head.
"Something fell on her head," explained Hazel.
Miss Elting took Margery to the fire and made her sit down. Margery
had no need to be urged. She sat down, all in a heap, and would have
toppled over had not the guardian held her up. A lump as large as a
horse chestnut had risen on the stout girl's head.
"Oh, my dear! You did get a bump, didn't you?" cried the guardian.
"Sit right where you are. I will bring some liniment. Fortunately,
the skin is not broken. Mr. Grubb, won't you please see what you can
do with the tent? I fear it is seriously damaged."
"I want to look at those halters, first, if you can wait a minute.
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