When morning came, and when Evan, after lying half awake for a time with the consciousness of being disagreeably chilly, finally dropped himself on his elbow and glanced toward the windows, it seemed that the weather didn’t approve of the expedition, for the morning world was gray and damp and cold. The wind was blowing out of the east and a thin fog drifted in from the bay. Evan fumbled for his watch and found that it was time to get up. But the idea of arising in his pajamas and putting down the window didn’t appeal to him, so he huddled himself under the blanket again and called to Rob. “O Rob! Time to get up!” There was no answer from across the room, however, and Evan tried again. “O Rob! Get up, you lazy beggar, and close the window!” There was a grunt and Rob flopped over and flattened himself out more comfortably, with his face buried in his arm. Evan threw a pillow across, but missed. A second landed on Rob’s head, but only drew a grunt. “Sluggard!” muttered Evan contemptuously. With both pillows gone he could no longer be comfortable, and so, after a minute’s hesitation, he scrambled out of bed and dashed across to the window and sent it down with a crash loud enough to awaken anybody but Rob. Shivering, Evan got some of his clothes on. Then he pulled blanket and sheet from the slumberer and gleefully watched results. Rob drew his legs up with a protesting murmur and sleepily groped for the bed-clothes. Not finding them, he opened one eye and discovered his plight. Then he opened the other eye and regarded Evan blinkingly. “Huh?” he muttered inquiringly. “Get up,” said Evan sternly. “Huh?” Rob’s eyes closed slowly. “Get up, you silly chump. Don’t you know you’re freezing?” “Yes, I――know.” Rob made a supreme effort and turned over. “What time is it?” Evan told him. “And look at the weather,” he added. “Isn’t it rank?” Rob cast an uninterested glance toward the windows and then sighed and arose. “Gee, but it’s cold!” he muttered as he went over and regarded the gray and misty landscape. “What rotten weather,” he sighed. “Still, it’s mostly fog and maybe it will burn off before long.” “I suppose we might leave our climb for another day,” Evan suggested. “Oh, this isn’t bad. I rather like a cloudy day. Besides, it will be cooler, and climbing that old hill is rather warm work.” “Thought you didn’t want to go.” “Well, when I once make up my mind that a thing has to be done,” responded Rob as he splashed and spluttered over the basin, “I like to do it and get it over with. Br-r-rr! This water feels as though it had ice in it.... Besides, Mal would be disappointed.” “All right; I’m game,” Evan assented.