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"Medford or Sacramento," repeated Scott, as the letter was finished. "What do they take us for, tenderfeet? Let's write the letter now and tell them we're on."

"Yes, let's write it," they all agreed. "You'll be our guide, won't you, Professor Griffin? You've climbed the mountain once or twice."

"Yes," consented the scoutmaster, "I'll go along. But I want to be sure you boys fully understand what you're undertaking. Shasta is one of the highest mountains in North America and climbing it is a hard job and may prove a dangerous one. If you burn the red fire at ten-fifteen, you'll have to stay on the summit from then till morning. It'll be the longest night you ever spent in your lives, and cold say! Eight sets of teeth will clatter all night nine sets, for mine will join the chorus. But I believe every boy here is equal to the task. I wouldn't agree to go along if I didn't think so. Hands up, all who want to make the climb."

"You see it's unanimous," announced Scott. "Let's write the letter."

"Before we do that," said Professor Griffin, "we must take another vote. You're forgetting your parents. Go home, each one of you, and get their consent. Then we'll write the letter."