The guide "swum" again. Miss Elting paused in her work, turning to him.
"Mr. Januth ith troubled," observed Tommy wisely.
"What is it?" demanded the guardian.
"What is it? It's a rock, Miss."
"What do you mean?"
For answer he held out on the palm of one hand a chunk of granite, the
while surveying it ruefully. Miss Elting took and examined the rock,
then directed a look of inquiry at Janus.
"I don't understand," she said, with a rising inflection on the last
word.
"Well, I swum! no more do I!" he exploded. "Will you look into that
pack and see what you find? Maybe I can't see straight this evening.
Maybe I can't."
Harriet ran to the pack he had indicated and peered into it. She
uttered an exclamation, loosened the rest of the binding ropes and
turned the contents out on the floor of the Shelter. Exclamations of
amazement fell from the lips of the Meadow-Brook Girls. Instead of the
supplies that had originally been stowed in the pack, a choice
assortment of stones, chunks of granite, small hardheads and pebbles
rolled out on the floor. They were speechless for the moment.
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