the twilight at Bethlehem junction, and then the train moved on through the darkness.
"Well, it's goodbye mountains," said Rob. "Let's fix up our mileage."
Each Scout got out his precious staff, battered now, with the end pounded into a mushroom by the hard usage on the rocks, and cut the mileage for the day—five miles was all they could make it, even with the trip up the Madison cone included.
"Disgraceful!" said Peanut. "Five miles! Bah!"
"But the day before is fair," said Art, "considering the Six Husbands'!"
"Let's see, have I got it right?" asked Peanut. "Mile and three-quarters from Tuckerman hut to Washington, three and a half miles to Six Husbands', mile and a half to sprained ankle, mile up Jefferson and back, three miles to the hut—that's ten and three-quarters miles, and I guess we can call it eleven, all right, and some up and down hill, take it from me!"
"Well, we did more'n that," said Frank; "we had the mile and three-quarters from Tuckerman's, six to the Madison Hut along the Gulf Side, and three back to you folks, and three back to the hut again. That's thirteen and three-quarters, and we took in the summits of Jefferson and Adams, so we can call it an even fifteen. Some up and down for us, too."
