Judge!" said Peanut. "We had a swim in Spaulding Lake, and a long hike in the woods down at the bottom of the Gulf, and then the Six Husbands' Trail. Say, that's a trail!"
"My pack weighed a hundred and twenty-nine pounds before we got to the top," Art added.
"And then, when we saw the clouds above us, we hurried, too," Rob said, "so we could reach the Gulf Side path before they closed down too far, and that took our wind."
"And then Peanut let out a Comanche yell when we did strike the Gulf Side," put in Art, "with all the wind he had left"
"Which wasn't much," said Peanut.
"and out of the cloud, off southwest somewhere we suddenly heard a faint call for 'Help!' It sounded awfully strange, kind of weird-like, way up there in the clouds."
"Wonder if they've got the woman down by now?" said Frank.
"Lucky that doctor and the other three men were hiking along here," Lou put in, "or we'd have had to carry her to the railroad and then walk way back over the whole Gulf Side Trail again."
"Not me," said Peanut. "I'd have kissed the mountains good-night, and got aboard the train myself."
"Where did you strike those four?" asked Rob.
