Then I shot into the air twice."
Harriet Burrell burst into a merry shout. She laughed and laughed
until her companions, taking fresh courage, ran out, demanding to know
what was so funny. Tommy declared that she would give almost anything
to be able to laugh that way at that particular moment. Neither did
Miss Elting understand the meaning of this sudden merriment, but she
knew that Harriet had discovered something.
Janus regarded the girl frowningly, all the time keeping one eye on the
faintly outlined figure out by the tote-trail.
"Laugh, consarn it!" Mr. Grubb growled, beginning to feel that, in some
way, he had made a shining mark of himself, rather than appearing in
the role of a hero who had valiantly defended his party of young women.
"What is it, dear?" asked the guardian.
"Don't you know what that is?" queried Harriet.
"No. It looks to me like a man leaning against something," answered
Miss Elting.
"Yes, yes," interposed the guide. "When I first shot at it it was
standing straight up, then it tilted over against the rocks, and there
it is. You get back.
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