oot 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.

Some time elapsed before the camp of the Meadow-Brook Girls settled
down. They felt even more secure, knowing that Harriet had captured
the intruder's rifle. It was not believed that the man possessed
another, so there was little danger of further shooting that night. At
the s