"Leave your packs at the little store," he said, "and go down to the boat house and get the man to take you out in a launch. I'll get a shave and meet you there."
The Scouts set off up the road, and the Scout Master went into the hotel. When he had been shaved, he followed up the road, and as he drew near Echo Lake, a beautiful little pond at the foot of a great cliff just north of Eagle Cliff, he heard the long-drawn note of a bugle floating out over the water, and echoing back from the cliff. He called the boys in from the landing.
"Oh, that's lovely!" Lou exclaimed. "The sound just seems to float back, as if somebody was up on top of the cliff with another bugle, answering you!"
They paid the boatman and went back to the little store, where the boys had already consumed two sodas apiece, and Peanut had bought two pounds of candy. From there they went still farther north up the road, and suddenly plunged down a path to the left, into a ravine, with a brook at the bottom, and in among a grove of gigantic hemlocks.
"There are real trees!" said Mr. Rogers. "They are relics of the forest primeval. 'This is the forest primeval, the murmuring pines and the hemlocks'—and so forth."
