"Well, we're going on after lunch. Won't bother you to-night," the men said. "Don't mind our being here for lunch, do you?"
"Depends on what you've got to eat," said Peanut, with a laugh.
"Not much," the tall man answered. "Enough for two men, but not enough for a huge person like yourself."
Peanut grinned, as the laugh was on him, and the boys set about getting their lunch ready, also.
The two newcomers had come up from Jackson that morning, they said, and were bound for the top of Washington via the head wall of Huntington Ravine. They spoke as if the head wall of Huntington were something not lightly to be tackled, and of course the boys were curious at once.
"Where's Huntington?" asked Art. "Mr. Rogers, you've never told us about that."
"I never was there myself," said Mr. Rogers. "I can't have been everywhere, you know."
"Well, neither have I been there," said the tall, thin man, "but my friend here has, once, and he alleges that it's the best climb in the White Mountains."
"Hooray, let us go, too!" cried Peanut.
Mr. Rogers smiled. "We'll go along with these gentlemen, if they don't mind, and have a look at it," he said, "but I guess we'll leave the climbing to
