CHAPTER XIV
The Giant's Bedclothes
Everybody was awake early the next morning,
and glad to get up, for Tuckerman's
Ravine can be very cold, even in mid-July, and all
the boys had huddled together unconsciously in the
night, for mutual warmth. Art's suggestion that
they take a morning dip in the waters of the Cutler
River wasn't hailed with much enthusiasm.
"You know, it doesn't get exactly warm in the mile between here and where it comes out of the snow arch," said Frank, with a shiver.
"I want a bath, all right," said Peanut, "but I don't want a refrigerator for a bathroom and ice water in the tub. I'm no polar bear. Let's wait till we get to some other brook."
"Gee, you're a set of cold-foot Scouts!" Art taunted.
"And we don't want 'em any colder," laughed Lou.
"Why don't you go for a bath, Art?" asked Rob.
"It's no fun all alone," Art replied, rather sheepishly, while the rest laughed.
