CHAPTER XI
To the Summit, Safe at Last
They dashed to it, and opened the door. The
hut was a tiny affair, with a lean-to roof. It
faced to the south, with a door so narrow a stout
person could barely squeeze in, and one tiny window.
It would hold about six people without undue crowding—and
here were eight!
"Peanut's only half a one," said Art, cracking the first joke since the storm began.
Into the hut, however, all eight of them crowded. Inside, they found two or three blankets hung on a string, and nothing else except a sign forbidding its use in any save cases of emergency.
"I guess this is emergency, all right," said Rob, as he helped to wrap the girl in a pair of dry blankets, and put the third blanket about her companion. The boys all wrapped up in their own. Rob then got out his first aid kit, and gave the girl some aromatic spirits of ammonia, which revived her so that her hysterical sobbing stopped.
"Here, take my pack," said Lou, "and use it for a pillow."
