She gazed thoughtfully.
After a few seconds of this, she shifted the position of her head,
supporting the latter with her clasped hands. After remaining in this
position for several minutes the girl got up, yawned and began walking
slowly back and forth, the while listening to the guide's story.
"Harriet, are you nervous or tired?" questioned the guardian, eyeing her
shrewdly.
"I believe it must be nerves," answered Harriet laughingly. She strolled
off into the shadows, there to sit down on a rock within easy sound of
the voices of her companions, who soon forgot that she was not among
them. After making sure that she was safe in doing so, she slid slowly
from the rock, and walking on all fours ran away into the bushes and out
of sight. It was a most unusual thing to do. Had Crazy Jane been guilty
of such an act, nothing would have been thought of it, but had Harriet
Burrell's companions observed her they would have opened their eyes in
amazement. Fortunately, they were too fully occupied with Janus Grubb's
story.
Harriet sat down on the ground, after having moved away some two hundred
yards from the camp.
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