watched, the clouds below them heaved and stirred, and seemed to thin out here and there, and suddenly to the northeast a second rock island, shaped like a pyramid, appeared to rise out of the pink and white sea.
"Hello, there's Jefferson!" cried one of the men.
Then a second island, also a peak of bare rock, rose beyond Jefferson.
"And there's Adams," said Mr. Rogers.
"And there's Madison," said the bugler, as a third peak rose up from the cloud sea, beyond Adams.
"What is between those peaks and the shoulder of Washington I see running northeast?" asked Frank.
"The Great Gulf," one of the men replied. "There must have been a heavy dew in the Gulf last night. It's packed full of clouds."
"Probably got soaked with the rain yesterday, too," somebody else said. "The clouds will get out of it before long, though. They are coming up fast."
Even as he spoke, one rose like a long, white finger over the head wall of the Gulf, stretched out to the gray water-tanks of the railroad and almost before any one could speak, it blew cold into the faces of the party on the summit.
"Hello, cloud!" said Peanut, making a swipe with his hand at the white mist. "Does that mean bad weather again?" he added.
