Grace, from her tent, could faintly make out the form of the Mystery Man, and, sitting, chin in hand regarding him, she wondered, as she had done many times before, who and what the man was.

That he was all he would have them believe she did not for a moment credit.
"What's that ?" Grace leaned forward and peered.

Mr.Long appeared to be asleep under his blankets, but, a short distance from him, she saw another figure cautiously rolling slowly towards the cornfield.
Looking more closely at the blankets, the Overland girl saw that they were folded lengthwise to make them appear something like the form of a human being, and that it was Jeremiah himself who was so cautiously rolling away.
After waiting another hour for his return she decided that their guest had left them for the night.

Grace then awakened Elfreda and asked her to take the watch for a couple of hours, saying she was very tired.
Elfreda got up sleepily and, for several minutes, sat with hands clasped to her head.
"Anything stirring ?" she asked, yawning.
"Nothing except the Mystery Man.

He stirred himself out of camp.