I am
afraid we aren't very clever, girls. We have allowed our enemy to
outwit us."
"I don't believe he has, Miss Elting," replied Harriet. "If so, he has
been watching us from a distance. We surely should have discovered if
the man had come close to our camp."
"It must have been the man that Hazel saw, and I believe he was the one
who dropped the green goggles," was Harriet's emphatic declaration. "I
wonder what his grievance is?"
"All our stuff gone; we'll have to go back, won't we?" mourned Margery.
"We have our luggage, but that is some distance from here," replied the
guardian. "How long will it take us to get to our supplies, Mr. Grubb?"
"A day, or a day and a half, I reckon."
"Then we had better go for them to-morrow morning. We can do nothing
more this evening. But--what are we to do for food?"
"We have a little. We have some coffee and a spoonful of rice. That's
enough. We can live another twenty-four hours or so on that. I'll fix
up something now. Maybe there's something in a cache back of the hut.
I'll see." To their delight, Janus returned, not long after that, with
a small sack of flour and one of corn meal.
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