"Hibbert simply isn't back at the Eagle House yet, and perhaps the hotel people have had no orders about forwarding his mail It may be a fortnight before we hear from him." "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.