Mr. Rogers spelled it, and Peanut added on the card—“Painted by Perugino.”
“Guess that’ll hold her royal highness for a while!” he laughed.
Then he bought a stamp, and triumphantly dropped the post-card in the letter box.
The boys sat on the veranda for a while, listening to the music, until Rob and Mr. Rogers noticed that Art’s eyes were closed, and Peanut’s head bobbed down upon his chest every few minutes, and Frank and Lou were yawning.
“Bunk!” said Rob.
Lou relit the lantern, and they climbed back up the path to camp.
“We are on the way up Washington at last,” said the Scout Master as they were rolling up in their blankets. “At this time to-morrow, we’ll be asleep on the highest point east of the Rockies, and north of Virginia.”
“Hooray,” said Peanut. “Let Per—Per—Perugino know, please.”
CHAPTER X
A Fight with the Storm on the Crawford Bridle Path