And he took with him the snow-shovel Jaroth had brought along to use in clearing the drifts away if they chanced to get stuck.
"You"d better look out," said Jaroth, still standing undecided in the snow.
"For what?" asked Bob, hurrying to get before Betty.
"That crying don"t sound natural. Might he a ha"nt. Can"t tell."
"Fancy!" whispered Betty in glee. "A great big man like him afraid of a ghost--and there isn"t such a thing!"
"Don"t need to be if he is afraid of it," returned Bob in the same low tone. "You can be afraid of any fancy if you want to. It doesn"t need to exist. I guess most fears are of things that don"t really exist Come on, now. Let me shovel this drift away."
He set to work vigorously on the snow heap before the door. Mr. Gordon, seeing that everything possible was being done, let the young people go ahead without interference. In two minutes they could see the frozen latch-string that was hanging out. Whoever was in the hut had not taken the precaution to pull in the leather thong.
"Go ahead, Betty," said Bob finally. "You push open the door. I"ll stand here ready to beat "em down with the shovel if they start after you."
"Guess you think it isn"t a girl, then," chuckled Betty, as she pulled the string and heard the bar inside click as it was drawn out of the slot.
With the shovel Bob pushed the door inward. The cabin would have been quite dark had it not been for a little fire crackling on the hearth. Over this a figure stooped--huddled, it seemed, for warmth. The room was almost bare.
"Why, you poor thing!" Betty cried, running into the hut. "Are you here all alone?"
She had seen instantly that it was a girl. And evidently the stranger was in much misery. But at Betty"s cry she started up from the hearth and whirled about in both fear and surprise.
Her hair was disarranged, and there was a great deal of it. Her face was swollen with weeping, and she was all but blinded by her tears. At Betty"s sympathetic tone and words she burst out crying again. Betty gathered her right into her arms--or, as much of her as she could enfold, for the other girl was bigger than Betty in every way.
"You?" gasped the crying girl. "How--how did you come up here? And in all this snow? Oh, this is a wilderness--a wilderness! How do people ever live here, even in the summer? It is dreadful--dreadful! And I thought I should freeze."
"Ida Bellethorne!" gasped Betty. "Who would ever have expected to find you here?"
"I know I haven"t any more business here than I have in the moon," said the English girl. "I--I wish I"d never left Mrs. Staples."
"Mrs. Staples told us you had come up this way," Betty said.
Immediately the other girl jerked away from her, threw back her damp hair, and stared, startled, at Betty.
"Then you--you found out? You know----"
"My poor girl!" interrupted Betty, quite misunderstanding Ida"s look, "I know all about your coming up here to find your aunt. And that was foolish, for the notice you saw in the paper was about Mr. Bolter"s black mare."
"Mr. Bolter"s mare?" repeated Ida.
"Now, tell me!" urged the excited Betty. "Didn"t you come to Cliffdale to look for your aunt?"
"Yes. That I did. But she isn"t up here at all."
By this time Uncle d.i.c.k and the others were gathered about the door of the hut. Jaroth, with a glance now and then at his horses, had even stepped inside.
"By gravy!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the man, "this here"s a pretty to-do. What you been doing to Bill Kedders" chattels, girl?"
"I--I burned them. I had to, to keep warm," answered Ida Bellethorne haltingly. "I burned the table and the chairs and the boxes and then pulled down the berths and burned them. If you hadn"t come I don"t know what I should have done for a fire."
"By gravy! Burned down the shack itself to keep you warm, I reckon!"
chuckled Jaroth. "Well, we"d better take this girl along with us, hadn"t we, Mr. Gordon? She"ll set fire to the timber next, if we don"t, after she"s used up the shack."
"We most surely will take her along to Mountain Camp," declared Betty"s uncle. "But what puzzles me, is how she ever got here to this, lonely place."
"I was trying to find the Candace Farm," choked Ida Bellethorne.
"I want to know!" said Jaroth. "That"s the stockfarm where they pasture so many sportin" hosses. Candace, he makes a good thing out of it. But it"s eight miles from here and not in the direction we"re going, Mr. Gordon."
"We will take her along to Mountain Camp," said Uncle d.i.c.k. "One more will not scare Mrs. Canary, I am sure."
Ida brought a good-sized suitcase out of the hut with her. She had evidently tried to walk from Cliffdale to the stockfarm, carrying that weight. The girls were buzzing over the appearance of the stranger and the boys stared.
"Oh, Betty!" whispered Bobby Littell, "is she Ida Bellethorne?"
"One of them," rejoined Betty promptly.
"Then do you suppose she has your locket?" ventured Bobby.
To tell the truth, Betty had not once thought of that!
CHAPTER XVI
THE CAMP ON THE OVERLOOK
Mountain Camp was rightly named, for it was built on the side of one mountain and was facing another. Between the two eminences was a lake at least five miles long and almost as broad. The wind had blown so hard during the blizzard that the snow had not piled upon the ice at all, although it was heaped man-high along the edges. The pool of blue ice stretched away from before Mountain Camp like a huge sheet of plate gla.s.s.
The two storied, rambling house, built of rough logs on the outside, stood on a plateau called the Overlook forty feet above the surface of the lake.
Indeed the spot did overlook the whole high valley.
The hills sloped down from this height in easy descents to the plains.
Woods masked every topographical contour of the surrounding country. Such woods as Betty Gordon and her friends had never seen before.
"Virginia forests are not like this," confessed Louise Littell. "The pines are never so tall and there is not so much hardwood. Dear me! see that dead pine across the lake. It almost seems to touch the sky, it is so tall."
This talk took place the next morning when they had all rested and, like all healthy young things, were eager for adventure. They had been welcomed by Mr. and Mrs. Canary in a way that put the most bashful at ease.
Even Ida Bellethorne had soon recovered from that sense of strangeness that had at first overpowered her. The girls had been able to help her out a little in the matter of dress. She appeared at the dinner table quite as one of themselves. Betty would not hear of Ida"s withdrawing from the general company, and for a particular reason.
In truth, Betty felt a little condemned. She had considered a suspicion of Ida"s honesty, and afterward she knew it could not be so! The English girl had no appearance of a dishonest person. Betty saw that Uncle d.i.c.k was favorably disposed toward Ida. If he did not consider her all right he surely would not have introduced her to Mr. and Mrs. Canary as one of his party.
Nor did Uncle d.i.c.k allow Ida to tell her story the evening they arrived at the camp on the Overlook. "To-morrow will do for that," he had said.
At breakfast time there were so many plans for exciting adventure discussed that Betty surely would have forgotten all about Ida Bellethorne"s expected explanation had it not been for the lost locket.