“Changing it?” Jack repeated.
“Yes, from now on it will be known hereabouts as Old Stony.”
The Scouts were silent, thinking it over. Jack turned to gaze toward the faraway mountain top, magnificent in the colored dawn.
“Old Stony,” he said, his voice husky. “I like it. So would he. You know, fellows, that mountain couldn’t have a more appropriate name.”
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