"Then fellows, please excuse me if I write a short note and ask
Dr. Bentley to mail it," urged Dick.
So Dave Darrin mustered the other chums, marching them off in
the wake of Mr. Ross, while Dick hastily scribbled a note, placed
it in an envelope, and addressed it to Alonzo Hibbert, or Thomas
Colquitt, Eagle Hotel, Gridley.
As Dick came out his other chums halted their labors long
enough to take leave of Dr. Bentley and his party. They escorted
the departing guests to their automobiles, and saw them start
away.
Such of the roast meat as was to be saved was packed in metal
pails, covered, and then the pails lowered into a brook, where
the cool water would to a certain extent take the place of ice.
Then Mr. Ross and his helpers removed the folding tables and other
loaned articles.
"Thank you, boys, for what you did to break the stampede of the
herd," said Mr. Ross, waving his hand after he had sprung up into
the saddle.
Once more Dick & Co. had their camp all to themselves.
"I wish we could have such visitors every day," cried Darry
enthusiastically.
"Yes," grinned Tom, "but how long would our canned goods hold
out? We'd have to be rich, fellows, to entertain so many people
every day, even if the meat end of the feast did come to us without
cost.
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