"Be sure you don't scare your families with lurid accounts of to-day!" Mr. Rogers cautioned them. "Better save that till you're safe home."
"Why don't you write out a little account of your adventure for Among the Clouds?" said the proprietor. "You can have copies sent to your homes, if you leave before it comes out."
"What's Among the Clouds?" the boys asked.
He picked up a small eight page newspaper. "Printed at the base every day," he said. "It was printed on top here, till the hotel burned. All the arrivals at the summit are put in daily."
"You write the story, Rob," cried Art. "When will it be printed?"
"Make it short, and I can telephone it down for to-morrow," the man said.
"Fine! We'll all take two copies," said Peanut. "Save 'em for us. We'll be around here for two or three days. Hooray, we're going to be in the paper!"
"You might all register over there while the story is being written," said the proprietor.
Rob took a pencil and piece of paper and sat down by the stove to write, while the rest walked over to the register. There were very few entries for that day, as you can guess. The top of the page (the day before) showed, however, the names of two automobile parties, who had written, in large letters
