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 CHAPTER XVIII

Art was not the first one up in the morning. When he opened his eyes, he saw the caretaker of the hut moving about the stove. Nobody else was astir in the Scouts' party, but through the open door Art saw the two men who had arrived the previous evening standing on the rocks, looking off. It was full daylight!

Art climbed hastily down out of his bunk and shook Peanut.

"Lemme 'lone! I got to climb this rock!" said Peanut.

"What do you think you're doing? You've got to get up!" laughed Art.

"Whaz 'at?" said Peanut. Then he opened his eyes, stared into Art's face, and added, "Hello! Why, I'm awake!"

Meanwhile, the others had waked, also. Rob looked at his watch. "Six o'clock!" he exclaimed. "That's what comes of sleeping in bunks. All up, and have a look at the weather!"

The weather seemed propitious. The north peaks