Margery laughed almost hysterically. It was the first laugh that had
been heard in camp for some time, so it was welcome, helping to relieve
the tension as it did. Tommy turned her eyes on her stout friend in a
droll way which set Margery to giggling afresh.
The fire was crackling by this time. Harriet dragged Tommy's blanket
up closer to it, that she might get some of its warmth. Janus, looking
unusually solemn, was boiling water for the coffee.
"She had a pretty narrow escape," he nodded, observing Harriet's eyes
upon him.
"Indeed she did," agreed Harriet, with a slight shudder.
"No more sleep for me this night," cried Crazy Jane. "It's my opinion
that that wild Indian chief put a hoodoo on this rock, as well as on
the lake below. I shouldn't be surprised at most anything happening
here."
"Yes. Suppose the wall should fall in?" suggested Margery, gazing
apprehensively up the side of the granite wall, on which the light from
the fire was reflected in arrow-like shafts.
"Will you stop that?" demanded Jane. "Haven't we had trouble enough
for one night without your suggesting anything else?"
"You started the subject yourself," reminded Harriet.
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