Harriet's guess seemed very plausible. He led them quickly up the
path, and, reaching the top, hurried them into the cabin. Janus got
his revolver, and, after loading it, slipped some extra cartridges into
a pocket. "I don't want anybody to come out again to-night," he
ordered. "You go to sleep, when you get ready, and I'll sit outside to
watch for the rascal in case he comes prowling around later."
"Spread your blankets on the floor and sit down," directed Miss Elting.
"I don't think we are quite ready for bed yet. We do not know but
there may be more shots, though we aren't going to be afraid, are we,
girls?"
"No, we are not, Miss Elting. Why should we be? Being afraid doesn't
help us one little bit."
So the girls seated themselves on their blankets, and in low tones
talked over the series of mysterious occurrences that had marred an
otherwise happy journey to the mountains. They wondered what wrong
their enemy might feel had been done him to make him thus vengeful.
The girls did quite believe that the man of the green goggles, Miss
Elting's caller, was either directly or indirectly concerned in the
various mysteries, but that was as far as they could go toward a
solution.
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