Janus
tugged nervously at his beard, too thoroughly astonished for speech.
"I gueth thomebody hath been throwing thtoneth at uth," observed Tommy
Thompson. "I wonder who liketh uth tho much that he wanth to knock our
headth off?"
"Open the other packs," directed Miss Elting calmly.
They did so, but with the same results. Each pack was filled with
stones, and, in some instances, pieces of wood, parts of limbs of
trees, dirt, shale and the like.
"Oh, my stars, what a mess!" cried Crazy Jane.
"Did you not say that our equipment was perfectly safe here?" demanded
Miss Elting, turning sharply on the guide.
"I--I thought it was, Miss."
"Then how do you explain this?" she asked with a comprehensive wave of
the hand.
"I don't explain it. I swum! I don't know what to think about it. I
wish I could get my hands on the scoundrel."
Miss Elting sat down to think. "It is plain that we have been followed
into the mountains. The man whom Hazel saw at the 'Slide' undoubtedly
is the one who has been causing us all the trouble. He may have been
hovering about us all the time, we knowing nothing about it.
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