The Meadow-Brook Girls in the Hills

The Meadow-Brook Girls in the
Hills, by Janet

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Title: The Meadow-Brook Girls in the Hills The Missing Pilot of the
White Mountains
Author: Janet Aldridge

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THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS IN THE HILLS
or
The Missing Pilot of the White Mountains
by
JANET ALDRIDGE
Author of the Meadow-Brook Girls Under Canvas, The Meadow-Brook
Girls Across Country, The Meadow-Brook Girls Afloat, The
Meadow-Brook Girls by the Sea, etc.

[Frontispiece: "I'm the guide, Janus Grubb."]

The Saalfield Publishing Company Akron, Ohio ---------- New York
Made in U. S. A. Copyright MCMXIV By the Saalfield Publishing
Company

Table of Contents
CHAPTER
I
The Man with the Green Goggles II Miss Elting's Mysterious Caller III
The Start that Came to Grief IV An Exciting Night V On the Burning

Bridge VI Their Troubles Multiply VII Horses Give the Alarm VIII
Crazy Jane's "Find" IX Scaling the High Cliffs X A Slippery Climb XI
The Tragedy of Chocorua XII Tommy Falls Out of Bed XIII Placing
the Blame XIV Giving a Toboggan Points XV Leaving the Trail in a
Hurry XVI "Such a Lovely Slide" XVII What Came of Shooting the
Chute XVIII Face by a Fresh Mystery XIX The Story the Light Told
XX Seeking a Desperate Revenge XXI The Ascent of Mt. Washington
XXII A Rout and a Capture XXIII A Mysterious Disappearance XXIV
Conclusion

Illustrations
"I'm the guide, Janus Grubb." . . . . . . Frontispiece
"Green goggles!" cried Harriet excitedly.
Up and up wound the trail.

The Meadow-Brook Girls in the Hills
CHAPTER I
THE MAN WITH GREEN GOGGLES
"I hear that Janus Grubb is going to take a passel of gals on a tramp
over the hills," observed the postmaster, helping himself to a cracker
from the grocer's barrel.
"Gals?" questioned the storekeeper.
"Yes. There's a lot of mail here for the parties, mostly postals. Can't
make much out of the postals, but some of the letters I can read through
the envelopes by holding them against the window."
"Lemme have a look," urged the grocer eagerly.

"Not by a hatful. I'm an officer of the government. The secrets of the
government must be guarded, I tell ye. There's six of them----"
"You don't say! Six letters?" interrupted the grocer.
"No, gals. One's name is Elting. She's what they call a chaperon.
Another is Jane McCarthy--I reckon some relation of the party who
wrote me a letter asking what I knew about Jan. I reckon Jan got the job
on my recommendation."
"Who are these girls, and what do they think they're goin' to do up
here?"
"Call themselves 'The Meadow-Brook Gals.' Funny name, eh?" grinned
the postmaster, balancing a soda cracker on the tip of his forefinger,
then deftly tossing it edgewise into his open mouth. "They pay Janus
ten dollars a week for toting them around," he chuckled. "Read it in the
McCarthy party's letter to Jan."
"What are they going to do up in the hills?"
"Climb over the rocks for their health," grinned the postmaster.
"Huh! When they coming to town?"
"On the evening mail train to-day. Hello! There's Jan now on his way
to meet them. Say! Will you look at him! Jan's had his whiskers pruned.
And, I swum, if he hasn't got on a new pair of boots. Git them of you?"
The storekeeper nodded.
"How much?" demanded the postmaster.
"Four seventy-three. Knocked down from five dollars. Wish I'd known
he was going to draw down ten dollars a week for this job. I'd have got
four seventy-five at least for the boots."
"Never mind, you can let Jan make it up on something else," comforted
the postmaster. "Reckon I'll go down to the station to see the folks

come in."
"I was going to ask you to look after the store while I went down,"
returned the grocer.
The postmaster decided that he wouldn't go. The other man hurried out,
while the government employe helped himself not only to another
handful of crackers, but to a liberal slice of cheese as well. He stood
munching his crackers and cheese and gazing out reflectively into the
gathering twilight,