"You knew there was some one about some time before you got up and
walked away, didn't you?"
"I thought I heard some one. That was the reason I strolled off by
myself."
"So I supposed," commented the guardian.
"Had I said anything the person would have cried out and given the
alarm. I wanted to satisfy myself that I was right, and I was."
"I should say you were!"
"Yeth, and he had black whithkerth, too," interjected Tommy.
"He wore a soft hat pulled down over his face," added Margery.
"I believe it is the same man," said the guardian reflectively.
"Get back out of the light, ladies, please," urged the guide. "We will
let the fire burn, but we had better keep out of the light. The man
may have a gun."
"No, he has not," spoke up Harriet.
"What was he doing out there?" questioned Miss Elting.
"Spying on the camp, then getting ready to shoot. I think he was going
to shoot Mr. Grubb," was the startling declaration. Janus gripped his
whiskers with all the fingers of the right hand. He gave the whiskers
a tug that threatened to thin them out.
"Shoot me?" he roared.
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