miss you."

"Stop squabbling, girls," laughed Harriet. "Neither one of you could
get along without the other."

The granite domes soon faded in the waning light. The driver urged on
his horses. The carry-all bumped over the uneven road, swaying giddily
from side to side, the girls clinging tightly to the sides of the
wagon, fearing that they might be thrown out. Darkness shut out pretty
much everything at an early hour. Janus decided that they had better
wait for supper till they reached the "Shelter," a cabin part way up
the side of the mountain, where tourists halted for a rest or to stay
over night when intending to climb the mountain. It was not expected
that there would be any save themselves there on this occasion.

The road grew so uneven that the driver became a little uneasy. He
finally declared that he did not dare to try following the trail up to
the Shelter that night; that either he would put them down at the foot
of the mountain or make camp there until the following morning, when he
would continue the journey up the mountain to the shelter.

Janus consulted with Miss Elting. He said they could walk to the
Shelter in a couple of hours, provided the girls were hard enough to
stand the climb. The guardian assured him that they were equal to
anything in the walking line. It was, therefore, settled that the
driver should take them to the foot of the mountain, whence they would
make their way on foot to the stopping place for the night, thus
beginning their tramp at the base of the mountain.

"How much farther have we to go?" questioned Harriet.