- venture over. You can get down Lafayette by
seven, can't you? I'm sure you can. Seven o'clock, then!"
"But we haven't got any joy rags," Peanut protested.
Mr. Goodwin laughed. "You'll have appetites—that's all I ask!"
He spoke a few words quietly to the Scout Master and then went back to his car. Peanut and Art kicked off their shoes again, and lay down with the rest, to sleep. But they were too excited to sleep. They lay side by side and conversed in whispers of the night's excitement, while the Scout Master and Rob were also whispering. Once they heard Rob say, "But it was the only way to save the property, and if I'd waked you all up, what good would it have done? We couldn't get to the Profile on foot till long after the trouble was over. I just had to trust 'em. It seemed to me a job Scouts ought to tackle, even if it was dangerous."
"I guess you're right," they heard Mr. Rogers answer. "But I hope the next time we can all be in on the adventure. I don't like to have my party split up when there's danger."
"Good old Mr. Rogers!" whispered Peanut. "Guess we gave him a scare."
"There's one thing we forgot," said Art, suddenly. "They said they had a pal—Jim, wasn't it?—em-
