“I should say you were!”

“Yeth, and he had black whithkerth, too,” interjected Tommy.

“He wore a soft hat pulled down over his face,” added Margery.

“I believe it is the same man,” said the guardian reflectively.

“Get back out of the light, ladies, please,” urged the guide.  “We will let the fire burn, but we had better keep out of the light.  The man may have a gun.”

“No, he has not,” spoke up Harriet.

“What was he doing out there?” questioned Miss Elting.

“Spying on the camp, then getting ready to shoot.  I think he was going to shoot Mr. Grubb,” was the startling declaration.  Janus gripped his whiskers with all the fingers of the right hand.  He gave the whiskers a tug that threatened to thin them out.

“Shoot me?” he roared.

Harriet nodded and smiled.

“But I thought you said he had no gun,” objected Miss Elting.

“He hasn’t now.  I have his gun,” answered Harriet with a twinkle in her eyes.  “Yes, it is a rifle.  I am glad we have it, for, from the present outlook, we shall need it.”  She stepped away and from a rock picked up a repeating rifle.  This the intruder had dropped.  Harriet had picked up the weapon and taken it to camp, laying it down to continue her stone-throwing.  She had forgotten all about the gun until the excitement had subsided somewhat, and Miss Elting and the guide had begun questioning her.  Janus took the rifle, turning it over in his hands, examining it with critical eyes.

“Modern gun, thirty-eight calibre, repeating,” he muttered.  “Well, I swum!”

“Do you recognize it?” asked the guardian.

Janus shook his head.  “Of course, you will keep it for the present.”

“Until the owner calls for it, Miss,” replied Janus grimly, whereat there was a giggle from Margery.

“Tell us how you discovered the man.  Let us have the whole story,” urged Miss Elting.  Harriet related briefly how she had discovered the stranger and all that followed until she had driven him into the camp, as she had hoped to be able to do, believing that Janus would be able to capture the man.  Had Janus been a more active man and quicker of wit, he undoubtedly would have been able to catch the fellow; however, by the time the guide had collected himself, the intruder had disappeared.

Miss Elting was vexed at Janus’s inactivity, but it would do no good to say so.  Janus had done the best he could and had wasted more than a dozen bullets among the rocks of Mt.  Washington.  They had the stranger’s gun, therefore she was reasonably certain that their enemy could do them no further harm that night.  Still, it was thought best to have Mr. Grubb remain on watch for the rest of the night.  Harriet offered to do this, but the guide would not listen to such a proposition, nor would Miss Elting.  While they were discussing the incident he kept his eyes on Harriet almost continuously.  Wonder and admiration were plainly to be seen in their expression.