forgot that she was not among
them. After making sure that she was safe in doing so, she slid slowly
from the rock, and walking on all fours ran away into the bushes and out
of sight. It was a most unusual thing to do. Had Crazy Jane been guilty
of such an act, nothing would have been thought of it, but had Harriet
Burrell's companions observed her they would have opened their eyes in
amazement. Fortunately, they were too fully occupied with Janus Grubb's
story.

Harriet sat down on the ground, after having moved away some two hundred
yards from the camp.

"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. Then there followed a long-drawn "Hoo-e-e-e!"
that she knew was meant for her.

"Harri--et!" It was Margery who was calling. Harriet groaned under her
breath. Were her companions to persist, were they to get an idea that
she had strayed from the camp, her quest would come to a sudden end, for
the guide and his charges would soon be piling over the rocks, searching
and shouting for her.

It was Miss Elting, however, who, quick to understand, quieted Margery
Brown.

"Harriet will return presently," said the guardian. "Please go on with
your story, Mr. Grubb."

Janus continued. The next moment Harriet Burrell was forgotten by her
companions once more, for which forgetfulness the girl out ther