um!" grunted the guide.

Harriet's guess seemed very plausible. He led them quickly up the
path, and, reaching the top, hurried them into the cabin. Janus got
his revolver, and, after loading it, slipped some extra cartridges into
a pocket. "I don't want anybody to come out again to-night," he
ordered. "You go to sleep, when you get ready, and I'll sit outside to
watch for the rascal in case he comes prowling around later."

"Spread your blankets on the floor and sit down," directed Miss Elting.
"I don't think we are quite ready for bed yet. We do not know but
there may be more shots, though we aren't going to be afraid, are we,
girls?"

"No, we are not, Miss Elting. Why should we be? Being afraid doesn't
help us one little bit."

So the girls seated themselves on their blankets, and in low tones
talked over the series of mysterious occurrences that had marred an
otherwise happy journey to the mountains. They wondered what wrong
their enemy might feel had been done him to make him thus vengeful.
The girls did quite believe that the man of the green goggles, Miss
Elting's caller, was either directly or indirectly concerned in the
various mysteries, but that was as far as they could go toward a
solution.

One by one the campers rolled up in their blankets and went to sleep.
Janus held his position in front of the "Shelter" throughout the night,
but nothing occurred to disturb the camp until nearly three o'clock in
the morning. Then two quick shots, fired seemingly right over their
heads, brought the Meadow-Brook Girls out of their sound sleep,
uttering little exclamations of alarm. Harriet sprang out through the
open door without an instant's hesitation.

"Where is he? What did you shoot at?" she questioned apprehensively,
fixing searching eyes upon the guide.

Miss Elting repeated the questions a few seconds later, she having
joined Harriet.

The guide stood with revolver still pointed toward the tote-trail,
ready to shoot at the slightest movement. In the faint light the two
women could see a shadowy something that appeared to be standing beside
the trail.

"There! See him? I swum, I don't understand it," muttered the guide.
"I fired in the air to scare him."

"Where is it? What do you mean?" questioned the guardian.

"Him! I looked and he wasn't there, then I looked again and there he
stood, right where you see him now. Then I shot into the air twice."

Harriet Burrell burst into a merr