the Adams Slide Trail, or the trail up Madison from the Glen House."
"Me for old Six Husbands!" cried Peanut.
"I want to go along the tops," said Lou, "where you can see off all the time."
"So do I," said Frank.
"I'm for Peanut and the Six Husbands," said Art.
"Suppose we split for the day," Rob suggested. "I'll go with one half, and you go with the other, Mr. Rogers."
The Scout Master looked at the sky and the horizon. The day held every promise of fine weather, and he assented. "All right," he said, "I'll take Lou and Frank over the north peaks, and you take the others down the head wall of the Gulf, past Spaulding Lake and the Gulf camp, to the Six Husbands' Trail, and then come directly up that to the Gulf Side Trail near the cone of Jefferson. When you reach the Gulf Side Trail, if the weather is clear, leave your packs by the path, and go on up to the top of Jefferson and signal to us. We'll be waiting on the top of Adams, at four o'clock. If it's not clear, come right along the Gulf Side to the hut."
"Hooray! Signaling from one mountain peak to another! That's going some!" cried Peanut.
"But why wait till four?" asked Art. "According to the map, we haven't more than eight miles to go, half of it down-hill."
