camp, and Peanut tied the flag to a tree, in honor of the first camp on the Washington trail, while the others began preparations for supper or cut boughs for the night.
When the supper dishes were cleared away, they heard a faint sound of music coming up to them from below. Peanut pricked up his ears.
"Concert at the Crawford House!" he said. "Let's go down and hear it."
"It sounds pretty nice right here," said Mr. Rogers.
"Aw, come on!" Peanut urged. "We can get post-cards there, too, I guess. Art wants to send one to his Pinkie."
"Shut up!" said Art. "What you really mean is that you want to get some candy."
"No, I don't. I got some left from this afternoon."
"You have!" said Frank. "You old tightwad! Why don't you pass it around?"
"'Cause I sat on it by mistake," Peanut answered. "Come on down to the hotel."
"Maybe we'd better," Rob put in. "We can all send a card home to our folks."
"Not forgetting Pinkie," said Peanut to Art, as he ducked down the path, stumbling in the dark.
Lou took the lantern, and tied his handkerchief to a bough over the entrance to the camp. The rest waited till this was done, and followed be-
