CHAPTER VII
Over the Lafayette Ridge, with a Dinner Party at the End
The two adventurers must have dropped off to
sleep toward daylight, for they were both conscious
of being shaken and told to get up.
Peanut rubbed his eyes. "Gee, I dreamed one of those burglars had grabbed me and was dragging me into Lost River," he said.
"I suppose if I'd slapped your face you'd have dreamed of Alice Green," Lou laughed. "Come on, get up and wash yourself. Golly, but you're dirty!"
Peanut and Art were certainly dirty. They had gone on their expedition the night before without hats, and their hair was full of dust, their faces smeared with it, and their hands almost black from clinging to the dusty trunk rack behind the motor. They both got up, and took off their clothes, shaking clouds of dust out of them. Then they went down to the brook, shivering in the chill morning air (it was full daylight, but the sun was still hidden behind the high eastern wall of Liberty) and washed themselves. When they returned to camp, they found breakfast waiting.
