One by one the campers rolled up in their blankets and went to sleep.
Janus held his position in front of the "Shelter" throughout the night,
but nothing occurred to disturb the camp until nearly three o'clock in
the morning. Then two quick shots, fired seemingly right over their
heads, brought the Meadow-Brook Girls out of their sound sleep,
uttering little exclamations of alarm. Harriet sprang out through the
open door without an instant's hesitation.
"Where is he? What did you shoot at?" she questioned apprehensively,
fixing searching eyes upon the guide.
Miss Elting repeated the questions a few seconds later, she having
joined Harriet.
The guide stood with revolver still pointed toward the tote-trail,
ready to shoot at the slightest movement. In the faint light the two
women could see a shadowy something that appeared to be standing beside
the trail.
"There! See him? I swum, I don't understand it," muttered the guide.
"I fired in the air to scare him."
"Where is it? What do you mean?" questioned the guardian.
"Him! I looked and he wasn't there, then I looked again and there he
stood, right where you see him now.
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