"What do you think—on second thought, Peanut?" asked the Scout Master.
"Well, we're taking a dinner from Mr. Goodwin, ain't we?"
"Yes," said Art, "but that's different. We helped save his silver and stuff. And it's just in his family. Up there at the hotel, there'd be a crowd around—women, and things. Looks kind of as if we were trying to get into the lime-light."
"Guess you're right," Peanut replied. "Come on, then, and show us the Old Man of the Mountain, Mr. Rogers. But ain't there a place where we can buy a drink?"
"We'll find one—after we've seen the face," the Scout Master laughed. He looked at his watch. "After four, boys," he added. "We've got to get a camp ready, and spruce up before dinner, and I've got to go to the hotel and get a shave."
They stepped up from the railroad station to the road. Directly before them was the Profile House, a large wooden hotel, facing south. Behind it rose the steep wall of Cannon Mountain, and south of it, on the lowest terrace of the slope, was a double row of cottages, ending, on a bend, with a group including Mr. Goodwin's. Behind the boys, back where they had come, they could see the first steep, wooded slope of Lafayette, and to the north the great rocky precipice of Eagle Cliff. Looking south again, the
