"Won't get up at all, eh?" Rob remarked, setting down the coffee-pot. "We need more wood. Out with you!"
He took hold of Peanut's blanket, and rolled the occupant out upon the bare ground.
Peanut picked himself up sleepily, and hunted his tooth-brush out of his pack. "Oh, very well!" he said, starting down to the brook for his morning wash. "Only it would be nice one day just to lie around in camp, and do nothing."
"We'll do just that, when we get to the Great Gulf, or Tuckerman's Ravine, perhaps," said Mr. Rogers. "But not to-day. Besides, we're going to get a motor ride this afternoon."
It was after seven o'clock before camp was struck. They left everything packed and ready to put aboard the motor after lunch, and armed only with a small package of raisins apiece, which Mr. Rogers had mysteriously produced from his pack, and the last of the sweet chocolate, and with their staffs and canteens, and the book, they set off.
"Seems good to be going light," somebody remarked.
"It does that," said Art. "Let's whoop it up this morning. By the way, we haven't cut our mileage for two days."
"We can do it at lunch," said Peanut. "Won't take us long to eat what we've got. That's a lead
