half a mile away, across a saddle which was much deeper than it had looked from the base. Beyond the south peak was Moosilauke, seeming very close, and on top of it they could now see the Summit House. To the west, they looked down the slope up which they had climbed, to the valley, where the houses looked like specks, and then far off to the Green Mountains of Vermont.
Peanut grew impatient. "Come on, fellers," he cried. "This ain't the top. What are we waiting here for?"
"Oh, let us see the view, Peanut," said Rob. "What's your rush?"
"Well, stay and see your old view; I'm going to get to the top first," Peanut answered. "Where are we going to camp, Mr. Rogers?"
"Back here, I guess. There's a good spring just over the edge below. We'll go to the south peak, and then come back."
Peanut dumped off his pack into the bushes, kneeled down and took out the flag and his firecrackers, and then slipped over the brow and disappeared rapidly along the path which led across the saddle to the south peak.
The rest waited till Art had put some dehydrated spinach to soak in a kettle, and then followed more slowly, seeing nothing of Peanut, for the path wound amid the stunted spruces which were just tall enough
