"I hope they don't miss me," she thought. "I hope, too, that I haven't
been seen. Now I will try to see something for myself." The girl sat
perfectly still, with ears more than eyes on the alert.
Harriet had not been in her position very long before her ears caught a
faint sound directly ahead of her. Still she did not move, except to
raise her head a little. A bird hopped into a bush close at hand without
discovering her presence. The faint noise ahead grew more pronounced,
the whip of a bush as it was released by the hand that had pushed it away
was heard and understood. Harriet Burrell was woodsman enough to
recognize all such sounds instantly upon hearing them.
She crouched low, fearing that the intruder might approach close enough
to discover her. Every faculty was on the alert. Who or what the unseen
intruder might be, of course, Harriet did not know. It might be a
mountaineer who, seeking camp for the night, was first doing a little
investigating to satisfy himself that he would be welcome. Then, again,
it might be a different sort of visitor.
Harriet's attention was distracted by a burst of laughter from the camp
of the Meadow-Brook Girls.
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