"And there's a misty bright spot where the sun is!" cried Peanut.
They hastened back toward the shelter to carry the news to the couple within, and even as they walked the clouds seemed to be rolled up by the wind from the northern slopes, and blown off toward the south. Before long, the whole Crawford Trail behind them was practically free from cloud, and the sun, very faint and hazy, was making a soft dazzle on the powder of frost upon the rocks, for the snow was little more than a heavy frost. To the north, they could again see the valley, and the Dartmouth range beyond it, and peaks still farther away, with the sunlight on them.
But the entire summit cone of Washington was still invisible. Standing in front of the shelter, they looked along a plateau of granite and saw it end in a solid mass of cloud.
"Oh, does that mean we can't go on?" cried the girl.
Mr. Rogers looked at her. "How do you feel?" he said.
"Lame and cold," she answered, "but I can do it!"
"Well, I feel pretty sure that this storm is over for the day," the Scout Master replied. "But those clouds will probably take all night to blow off Washington. I can keep the path, I feel pretty sure. It
