"He suspects something," quivered Harriet. But being at a loss as to
what to do next the girl dropped swiftly to the ground, rising almost
the next second. She was leaning well forward, peering at the figure
with all the concentration she could bring to bear. The intruder had
by this time again directed his attention to the camp. There was now
in the man's hands something that he seemed to be leveling over the
tops of the bushes amid which he was standing.
Harriet Burrell drew her right hand cautiously above her shoulder.
That hand held a stone. Suddenly the stone cut through the bushes
about a foot to the right of the intruder's shoulder. He jumped, but
before he could decide upon what his next move should be a second and
larger stone smote him between the shoulders. Then followed a perfect
rain of stones. Some hit him, others did not.
There was but one way by which the man could get away without turning
back and facing this unseen peril. That way was almost straight toward
the camp. He hesitated. A large stone grazed his cheek. The fellow
leaped through the bushes.
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