"Well, eleven over the Six Husbands' will stand off your fifteen," Peanut declared; "won't it, Rob?"
"I think it will," said Rob, "but let's not fight about it. What's the grand total?"
"Eight the first day," said Art, "from Sugar Hill station to camp; ten up Kinsman; twenty-one on Moosilauke; seventeen in Lost River and on to the Flume camp for you fellows, and eighteen for Peanut and me; sixteen over Lafayette; ten on Cannon and in Crawford's; nine on the Bridle Path, fighting storm; thirteen and a quarter in Tuckerman's and Huntington—let's call it fourteen, 'cause we climbed the Huntington head wall a way; eleven for half of us in the Gulf, and fifteen for the rest; and five on the last day. What does that make?"
Rob, who had put down the readings on a bit of paper, added the total. "One hundred and twenty-one for half of us, one hundred and twenty-six for the rest," he said.
"About a hundred and twenty-five miles in ten days," said Mr. Rogers. "Well, that's not so bad, when you're toting a pack and a blanket, and fighting clouds and hurricanes, and shinning up Six Husbands' trails. Are you glad you came, boys?"
"Are we!" they shouted, in one breath. "You bet!"
"We haven't done so awful much real scouting though," added Peanut.
