"Look out!" shouted Tommy, as Harriet came abreast of her party.
"Wha--at?" Harriet straightened up sharply. "What is it!"
"You will burn your nothe, if you don't look out."
"Oh, Tommy!" Harriet laughed merrily. "Is that all?"
"I was thinking the same thing," chuckled the guide. "Wish I could
bend over like that. But don't bother us, little one. This is our
busy night, and right serious business it is, too." The laughter
disappeared from his face and Janus bent low to his task.
The others of the party had either seated themselves on the ground or
leaned against trees. They chatted while the guide and Harriet Burrell
sought for the true trail, but it was not very encouraging work.
The two torches flickered and smoked weirdly, now and then becoming
mere glows like distant lamps in a fog, as the bearer slipped behind a
tree or was masked by an intervening growth of bushes whose foliage was
very thick and dense.
"Oh, Mr. Grubb, who of our party has brass-headed tacks in his boot
heels?" called Harriet.
"I have. Why?"
"I found a heel mark that gave me that impression," answered Harriet
laughingly.
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