vapor curling around the ridges far above on Adams. Southwestward, the slopes of Washington were clear, but there was surely cloud coming above them, and they on a little used trail, without Mr. Rogers! Rob's heart went suddenly down into his boots, and he felt a cold sweat come. Then he pulled himself together.
"Fool!" he half whispered. "If we keep on up, we are bound to hit the Gulf Side Trail. And didn't Mr. Rogers say that if you kept cool you were much better off? Brace up, old Scout!"
He waited till his heart had stopped thumping, and then he waked the other two.
"We've got to be climbing again," he said; "there's a cloud coming over Adams."
"Say, there's always a cloud coming, seems to me," said Peanut. "Well, come on then. Gee, I was having a good sleep!"
The three boys rolled up their blankets, and resumed the trail, first taking a good look at the map and fixing the compass direction. The clouds were now plainly visible above them, both around the tops of Adams, Madison and Jefferson, and evidently over on Clay, too. But behind them, across the Gulf, Chandler Ridge was in clear sun, and they could see a motor car going up the carriage road, and even hear a faint cough from its exhaust.
"This is no storm, it's evidently just a wandering
