"By no means! How could you ask such a thing? Let Janus attend to
matters of this sort. We must look after ourselves here. The man may
return."
Harriet Burrell still stood where she had halted. Her head was bent
slightly forward. She was listening. Not a sound could be heard now
from the pursuing guide.
"Hoo-e-e-e-e!" called Harriet. But no answering call came back to her.
She still kept her position until the guardian called to her. Harriet
then walked slowly back to her trembling companions. Jane and Miss
Elting were no more frightened than Harriet. They did not know,
however, what had occurred to disturb Janus, and could only surmise.
Harriet stirred the fire, throwing on more dry boughs and brush until a
crackling blaze had sprung up. She was more disturbed than her
expression indicated. In the meantime Miss Elting had satisfied
herself that nothing had been taken from the camp, which knowledge
served in a way to relieve her.
However, as the moments passed, and nothing further was heard from the
guide, the others of the Meadow-Brook party began to feel a vague
alarm.
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