"
"Thanks to the thoughtfulness of Hibbert we can remain in camp
a good deal more than a fortnight longer," observed Prescott,
glancing over the greatly increased food supply. "Perhaps it
was all right for Hibbert to repay our courtesy the other day,
but he has sent us something like twenty or thirty times as much
food as his party ate."
"I guess Hibbert has more money than he knows what to do with,"
mused Greg aloud.
"Even if he has," Prescott smiled seriously, "there is no reason
why he should feel called upon to keep us in food. I'd give four
fifths of that food to know where to reach Hibbert, or any of
that party, in a hurry. Jupiter!"
"What's up?" asked Dave, eyeing his chum in astonishment, for
Dick had suddenly leaped to his feet, and was now dancing about
like an Indian.
"Say, but we must have fried eggs in the place of brains!" cried
young Prescott reproachfully.
"What calls forth that severe remark?" demanded Darry.
"Why, we know well enough where to get hold of Hibbert's party,"
Dick went on.
"Do we?" asked Greg.
"Certainly," cried Dick triumphantly. "Just send a note to Mr.
Colquitt in care of Blinders' Detective Agency. I'm going to
write the note now!"
Dick was half-way to the tent when Darry called after him:
"By the way, in what city is the Blinders' agency located?"
Dick halted short, looking blank.
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