They followed two or three leads up the gully, till they were perhaps a hundred or a hundred and fifty feet above the floor of the ravine below. Then Mr. Rogers, looking up, saw Peanut, in the lead, looking about for the next lead, and, after finding it, trying with his short legs to straddle the gap between it and the spot where he stood. His foot slipped, and if Art hadn’t been firmly braced right behind him, so that he threw his shoulder under, Peanut would have fallen off. “Here’s where we stop!” said the Scout Master. Peanut was rather white with the sudden shock of slipping. Still, he looked longingly up the gully, toward the two climbers above, and said, “Aw, no, let’s go on a little further!” “Not a step--remember your promise,” Mr. Rogers declared. The boys turned reluctantly, and started down. They found it far harder than going up. Going up, you didn’t see that almost sheer drop below you. But going the other way, you had to see it at every step, and it made you constantly realize how easy it would be to fall. Lou grew very pale, and paused on a wide bit of shelf. “I’m dizzy,” he said. “Let me stand here a minute. I can’t help it. Makes me dizzy to look down.” Frank was directly in front of him below. “You keep braced after every step, Frank,” said the Scout Master, “and let Lou take his next step to you each time before you take another. Better now, Lou? You’ll be all right. Just keep your eye on your feet, and don’t look off.” They started down once more, and after at least fifteen minutes reached the Fan in safety and then the floor of the ravine. Lou sat down immediately looking, as Peanut said, “some seasick.” “I guess I was never cut out for rock climbing,” poor Lou declared. “I wouldn’t have gone, and worried you, Mr. Rogers, if I’d known it would make me dizzy like that.” “You’d probably get used to it,” the Scout Master answered, “but I guess we’ll not experiment any more just now, where there’s no path. Look, our friends are almost up.” The boys, who had forgotten the two men, turned and saw them far above, working carefully toward the summit of the wall. They shouted, and waved their hats, and the men waved back, though the Scouts could hear no voices. “Gee, and folks have climbed those side walls, too, eh?” said Peanut. “Believe me, real mountain climbing is some work!” “It is, surely,” Mr. Rogers said. “But in the Alps, of course, people go roped together, and if one falls, the rest brace and the rope holds him. How would you like to climb that gully if it was all ice and snow instead of rock, and you had to cut steps all the way with an ice ax, for ten thousand feet?” “Say, there’d have to be a pretty big pile of twenty dollar gold pieces waiting at the top,” answered Peanut. “Oh, get out,” said Art. “That isn’t what makes folks climb such places. It’s the fun of getting where nobody ever got before--just saying, ‘You old cliff, you can’t stump me!’ isn’t it, Mr. Rogers?”