"If I perform the way I did with the bear, I undoubtedly shall. There is no telling what I might do." "You ought to have a net to perform over, like the circus people do," declared Emma. "Do we go?" "Yes, let's go," urged Nora. The others being of the same mind, Grace gave a rather reluctant consent and the matter was settled then and there, greatly adding to the happiness of Emma Dean. That afternoon Grace made an inspection of the cornfield and discovered the imprints of heavy boots in the soft dirt near the camp. There had been, she believed, four men in the party, and all four evidently had been spying on the Overland camp. She followed their trail until she came to the edge of the cornfield, facing the Thompson cabin. Grace shrugged her shoulders and retraced her steps. "I have a feeling that our affairs must come to a head soon," she murmured. "The footprints, after leaving the cornfield, appear to lead directly towards the Thompson home. However, we shall see. The night may bring something in the way of a development. I am getting tired of the waiting policy. Girls," called Grace, as she entered the camp. "What do you say if we break camp and get out to-morrow?" "You forget the dance," reminded Emma, who did not propose to miss such an opportunity as this. "Day after to-morrow, then?" questioned Grace. "In spite of warnings and the suggestion of our unseen friend?" asked Anne. "Yes. We can't stay here forever. Besides, the days are passing and we have some little distance to go before reaching the rendezvous where we are to meet Tom. What we need is action." "Did I not start something for you last night? What more do you want?" demanded Miss Briggs. "To keep moving. You started the wrong way. You were headed towards home when you set out behind your bear," laughed Grace. "What do you say, girls?" "Yes. Let's go," nodded Elfreda. "Nothing much matters after last night, so far as I am concerned." The rest left the decision entirely in Grace Harlowe's hands, and she decided to move as suggested, provided nothing intervened to prevent their doing so. Bear meat, coffee with real cream and fresh vegetables, procured from the Thompsons, made an unusually appetizing supper that night, and during the meal Washington furnished music to entertain them. He was still playing when Anne warned her companions that a man had just stepped out of the cornfield and was coming into camp. The Overlanders got up, wondering who their caller might be. "Evenin', folks," greeted the stranger, who was of the same gaunt, razor-faced type that they had come in contact with on other occasions on this journey. "Good evening," answered the Overland Riders pleasantly. "We have just finished supper, but won't you sit down and have a snack?" asked Grace. "There is some meat and coffee left." "Reckon Ah will, thankee."