come up seein' as I'd got ahead. Then one of 'em had to come blundering
along and fall over me. Before I knowd what had hit me, the other--I don't
know who she is in the dark--lighted on my whiskers like a pesky
mosquito," complained the driver.

Harriet ceased her laughing at once. She got up, stepping carefully over
to the place where the driver was standing nursing his injured whiskers.

"It was I who pulled your whiskers, Mr. Jasper," she said. "I am so sorry.
But--but I thought you were some sort of animal and--and----"

Harriet's concluding words were lost in a shout of laughter from the
girls.

There was nothing more to be said. Harriet felt so humiliated that she was
glad they were unable to see her face.

"Jasper!" commanded Miss Elting sharply. "I shall require you to keep just
ahead of us within sound of our voices even though you cannot see us in
the darkness. How far are we from the camp?"

"Three miles," answered the man sourly.

Tommy groaned.

"My feet are giving out," she complained.

"Let me help you along," said Harriet, placing an arm about her little
companion. "Try to forget your tired feet."