Janus came in a few moments behind the guardian and Jane, his arms
hanging limply at his sides, his chin lowered almost to his chest.

"I'm afraid it isn't any use to look further," he said. The little
party scarcely heard the guide. Jim had gone on up the bank. They
could hear him whistling and chirping to the missing horses to call
them to him. Then they caught the sound of a whinny and a moment later
another. The animals had heard and recognized their master. Jim
captured and haltered them with the ropes that he had brought from the
carry-all for the purpose. He then led the animals off to one side,
where he secured them to trees. The driver then walked slowly along
the bank to join the others of the party.

Suddenly Jane McCarthy cried out sharply, "Who's that?"

A series of little splashes had been heard out in the river; then, out
of the gloom, grew the dim outlines of a moving figure.

"Who is it?" cried Miss Elting, scarcely daring to trust her voice.

"It is I. What is all the excitement about?" called a familiar voice.

"Harriet!"

A chorus of screams greeted Miss Elting's cry. Four girls and their
guardian, regardless of the wetting they were receiving, rushed
helter-skelter into the river, throwing themselves upon the staggering
Harriet. They snatched her up, carrying her ashore despite her
struggles and protests. They laid her down on the packs, each trying
to do something for their companion whom they had believed to be lost.