"All right. That would be a beautiful trip," said Mr. Waterman.
"That sounds fine," said the three boys.
A half hour later, they were off in two canoes, and they paddled down to the far end of the lake.
"Stick together, fellows," said Mr. Waterman. "We are going by the compass and there won't be any trail. It's the easiest thing in the world to get lost here and I can tell you that it's the hardest thing in all creation to find your way back again, for all these mountains look alike."
"I've noticed that," said Pud, as they all got out of their canoes.
The party swung off and made their way through the woods skirting the lower part of the mountain. At last, Mr. Waterman began to climb and the boys soon found that this was quite some mountain they were on. It went up interminably. On they plodded and at last they came to a very steep part just before reaching the summit. Mr. Waterman led the way. In a short time, they were climbing straight up the side of the rocks. It was hard and exciting work and more than once, Mr. Waterman turned and looked around carefully.
"Can we make it here?" asked Mr. Anderson in his quiet tones.
"I think so," replied Mr. Waterman. "I thought that this was the place we came up last summer but evidently it isn't."
Up they climbed.
"That old Mont Blanc hasn't anything on this for steepness," said Bob as they stopped for rest.