this morning getting specimens on Bigelow Lawn. We've just come over the Gulf Side."
"Did you meet four men carrying an injured woman?" the boys asked.
"Carrying her where?"
"To the train."
"They were taking her along the West Side Trail, from Monticello Lawn, where she sprained her ankle," Mr. Rogers added. "One of them went ahead to the summit to telephone."
"Oh, that explains it!" the two strangers said. "We met him just as we were turning out of the carriage road into the trail. He was going about ten miles an hour. And when we got up on Jefferson, we saw a train climbing the trestle, and wondered why."
"Hooray, she's safe!" shouted Peanut. "Bet she never tries to climb in low shoes again, though."
Supper was now served, and the combined parties sat down to it. The boys told the newcomers of their day's adventures, and Peanut suddenly shot out, "Say! Can you tell me why it's called the Six Husbands' Trail?"
One of the men laughed. "I surely can," he said.
"Well, for Heaven's sake, do, then," Rob said. "He'll never be happy till he knows."
"You came down the head wall of the Gulf, you
