"I'm Captain Lewis," shouted Benny, strutting around and waving his bow.
"Me Injun chief," said Bill. "Ugh! Heap pale face get lost. No find trail. Injun show um way."
Then he gave such a yell that it scared the horse and we hardly could keep up.
About four o'clock in the afternoon we came to a spring near the top of the mountain, and a little beyond, through the trees, we could see a grassy slope, just the place for our camp.
"This looks good to me," said Mr. Norton, driving up to the side of the road and blocking the wheels of the wagon. "We'll give the horse a drink after he cools off a little and unload the things which we shall need to-night."
It looked like an Indian village there, when we had finished setting the tents up. For beds we went into the woods and cut branches of hemlock, which we wove into mattresses and covered with blankets.
"Let's play 'Hunt the Deer,'" said Skinny, when all was ready for the night and Mr. Norton had sat down to rest on a rock, overlooking the valley.
"All right, boys," he told us. "I want you to have the time of your lives on this trip and I know that even a view like this will not long satisfy a boy. But don't go far and remember your Scout training. You will usually find moss on the north side of tree trunks."
"We know that," said Skinny. "We tried it once on Greylock, when we were lost, and it worked all right."
"You can't get lost. I believe I could hear William call anywhere on the mountain. The sun is shining and your shadows will point east. Come back in time for supper. I'll be cook to-night, but after this you boys will have to take turns."