“All right; then we’ll just have to climb up farther and paint ‘Camp Chicora’ above it!”
This elicited hearty applause, and Rooke’s small voice was quite lost for a moment. Then he made himself heard:
“You can’t climb any higher!” he shouted triumphantly. “Fraser says you can’t!”
“Fraser’s a liar, then!” answered Bob calmly. “You ought to select your associates more carefully, Kid.”
“But the Wickasaws climbed up the cliff until the smooth rock began,” said Rooke indignantly; “and you can’t climb any higher than that. Any one will tell you so, Bob Hethington.”
“Well, don’t get excited, Kid; we won’t ask you to do it,” said Bob soothingly. “I tell you what, fellows, Dan and I’ll go over there now and have a look at it, and see what can be done. We can get permission, I guess.”
“What’s the matter with the bunch going?” asked a chap named Ridley.
“Clint won’t let a lot go, you idiot! We’ll say we want to go over to Crescent, and then Clint and the councilors won’t need to know anything about it. If they did, they might— Who was that went away?”
The crowd turned to look. Mr. Verder was walking off toward Maple Hall.