"As soon after daylight as we shall be able to get our breakfast."

"He had better bring our baggage from the station to-night. Then we
can have our packs in readiness," suggested Harriet Burrell.

"Yes, please do that, Mr. Grubb."

"Anything else, Miss?"

"Not that I think of for the moment. We have our tent in sections. We
also shall pack our blankets and such other things as will be needed.
The rest of the equipment can be sent on ahead to meet us wherever you
say. I don't know what the most convenient point would be. Where
would you suggest?"

"I can send it to the Tip-Top station on Moosilauke. Will that do?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll be going," said the guide. "I'll take you over to the
Compton House, and if you want to see me again this evening, you can
call me on the telephone."

Janus had started to move toward the steps preparatory to going about
his duties, when an exclamation from Harriet Burrell caused them to
turn sharply to her.

"There he is! There is the man with the goggles!" she whispered,
pointing toward the store. They saw a stoop-shouldered man standing
with his back against the large window. He was facing them, but, his