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Updated: June 6, 2025
Miss Elting and Jane McCarthy had climbed down the embankment, and, standing at the river's edge, scanned the water with pale faces and anxious eyes. Dark shapes drifted past them, shapes that caused them to start apprehensively as they caught sight of them. Nearly all of the bridge that had been on fire was now in the water.
She directed certain groups to return to camp and begin getting the tents laid out, and to put up such as were in condition to be raised. The Chief Guardian herself remained on the beach with Miss Elting and the Meadow-Brook Girls. There was little conversation. The women walked slowly back and forth, scanning the sea, of which they could see but little, for the night was still very dark.
A gentle ripple at the bows gave off a soothing, musical sound, but that was all. The girls were now able to see a boat approaching them from the island, though unable to make out the forms of the occupants of the craft. Miss Elting, with glasses in hand, was studying the approaching boat. Fortunately the night was dark, though the stars were shining brilliantly.
Suddenly there came a mighty crash above their heads, followed by a ripping, tearing sound, and above it all sounded the screams of the girls who were fighting their great battle out there in the cockpit of the "Sister Sue." The girls in the cabin threw themselves into one another's arms, screaming wildly. "Stop it!" shouted Miss Elting. "Be brave, girls. Remember, you are Camp Girls!"
"There, there, girls," reproved Miss Elting. "That will do. Harriet, I think you and I had better dress, then get into the rowboat and do a little investigating. Perhaps some prowler has visited the boat while we were asleep. Light the lamp, Jane, and we'll see if all our belongings are safe." Jane and Hazel made a rapid search about the boat while Harriet and Miss Elting were dressing.
It was Miss Elting who called. "Oh, girls, are you hurt?" "I'm killed. Thave me!" moaned Grace. "I think I'm alive, but I'm not sure," cried Jane. "I've scraped the skin from my nose entirely. What a mess! what a mess!" "Wait!" The guardian's voice was commanding. "Margery, Hazel!" "Ye es," answered two voices in chorus. They sounded far away. "Harriet!" There was no reply.
"What do you say, girls, shall we tell the boys?" she inquired, turning to her wards. "If you think best," agreed Harriet. "Surely. Tell them. Maybe they'll be able to catch the rascal," urged Jane McCarthy. "This is not the first time we have been troubled by some person who wishes to annoy us," Miss Elting informed the Tramp Club.
The man running the boat said there was rather a stiff sea on the other side of the island, but he thought he could make it. Miss Elting said she would give him five dollars if he would take them across. He made fast to the "Red Rover" and started. Once they had rounded the island they did not think the waves would be very high.
The next second fellows were hurrying back and forth, getting in and out of boats, while the one boat skimmed across to the camp landing. In a half a minute Mr. Elting and about a dozen scouts were standing on the cove shore, waiting for the boat to come back, and meanwhile we rowed down along the south shore to where the cave is. It's about half way down to the outlet.
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.
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