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.
"I don't know," he admitted.

"Do you fellows ?" None of them did.

Then they waited until the others came in from the pool.

But none of them knew what city had the honor to shelter the Blinders' agency.
"I'll write the note, anyway," Dick insisted.

"If I can't do better, I'll put the address as simply the United States, with a request on the envelope for the post-office people to find the right city and deliver the letter." "Go ahead with the letter," urged Tom.