"Say, it's cold out there!" cried Art, "but the wind is going down a bit, I think, and it looks lighter in the north."
"It wouldn't surprise me if it cleared up in an hour," said Mr. Rogers, "and it wouldn't surprise me if we had to stay here all night."
"All night!" cried the girl. "Oh, John, we've got to get down to-night. Oh, where will mother think we are! They'll know we were in the storm, too, and worry. Oh, dear!"
She began to sob again, and the man endeavored to comfort her.
"Come, come!" said Mr. Rogers, rather sternly, "you've got to make the best of a bad bargain. If we can get to the Summit House later in the day, you can telephone down to the base. Where are your family?"
"They were at Fabyans," the man answered. "We were all going to Bethlehem this afternoon, after the train got down the mountain. You see, Miss Brown and I wanted to walk up the Crawford Bridle Path, and catch the train down. We started very early. A friend of ours walked it last summer in three hours and a half."
"Some walking!" said Peanut,
"Well, it's been done in two hours and thirty minutes," the Scout Master replied. "But it was done in that time by two men, college athletes, in
