"Mr.Hibbert has been in town only since late yesterday afternoon, and it's only four in the afternoon to-day." "I shall be able to find my man all right," smiled the stranger.
"You've informed me that he is stopping at the Eagle Hotel.
Until now, I knew only that Mr.Hibbert was in Gridley.

Thank you, young gentlemen." "Now, I wonder how he knew that," murmured Tom reflectively.
"Knew what ?" demanded Dave Darrin.
"That we're gentlemen," Tom responded.
"Oh, he guessed that," suggested Harry Hazelton.
"He's a good guesser, then," remarked Tom.

"I always like to see a man so discerning.

I'm ashamed to confess it, but Dick is the only fellow in our crowd who looks at all like a gentleman.
He is dressed in his Sunday best.

Look at us!" The other five certainly looked neat enough, even though they did not wear their "Sunday best." "Now, fellows, what's the lowest I'm to take for the canoe ?" Dick inquired, after a glance at his watch.