Harriet did not reply. Instead, she gazed perplexedly at the
retreating form of Miss Elting's late caller.

"You'll be sorry you ever took up with that hound," flung back the
fellow, turning as he was about to step out on the veranda.

Miss Elting made no reply. Her lips tightened a little, then she
turned with a half-smile, regarding Harriet's frowning face quizzically.

"What does it mean, Miss Elting?" questioned the girl.

"I don't know, my dear. The man wanted to act as our guide. I am glad
he isn't the one who is to lead us over the mountains. I don't like
him at all. You heard what he just said?"

Harriet nodded.

"He was referring to Mr. Grubb."

"Oh!"

"I don't know what to make of it. What reason do you suppose he could
have for coming to me in this manner? It is all very strange."

"I don't know, Miss Elting. I am wondering."

"Wondering what?"

There was something in the set of the shoulders, in the swing of them