Just before reaching the trees where the horses had been tied, Miss
Elting suggested that all save the guide and Harriet stop where they
were.
"If so many of us go forward we shall not only be likely to miss any
clues there are, but perhaps destroy them altogether. I have an idea
that we are going to find something that will enlighten us," she added.
"That's good, common sense," agreed the guide, nodding his approval.
"Is there anything you wish us to do, Mr. Grubb?" asked Miss Elting.
"Little Brownie is the pilot," replied Janus jocularly, waving a hand
in Harriet Burrell's direction. "Whatever she suggests, we will do.
We can't do any better than to follow her lead."
Harriet's cheeks flushed. She had taken a torch and began slowly to
circle the trees to which the horses had been tied upon arriving at the
camp site. At first her circle was a wide one, Janus following her
example by beginning well out beyond the trees. Harriet's smoking
torch was held close to the ground, sweeping from side to side, the
torch bearer assuming a crouching position with head well lowered, body
bent almost double.
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