cloud," said Rob. "But we'd better make all the distance we can in clear going."
They toiled upward for a full hour, almost hand over hand in places, with the cloud still above them and the Gulf clear below, before they got into the under curtain of the vapor, and began to have trouble in finding the trail. They were feeling their way cautiously, compasses in hand, when suddenly Art, who was leading, uttered a cry, and pointed to the unmistakable cross path of the Gulf Side Trail, carefully maintained and worn by many feet. There was a sign, too.
"Hooray! Here we are! Can't miss that trail!" yelled Peanut, his feeling of relief escaping in a shout which used up all the breath left in his lungs.
There was, to the amazement of the Scouts, an answering shout from somewhere southwest of them, coming out of the fog—a faint call which sounded like "Help!"
