"After dinner I'll walk over to Five Corners and mail the letter.

Incidentally, I'll make inquiries over there and see whether anyone knows the city in which the Blinders' crowd has its headquarters." So Dick wrote the letter, while others were preparing the noon meal.

At one o'clock in the afternoon Tom started, on his round-trip tramp of twenty-two miles.
"A trip like that will take the place of training for one half day," Reade explained.
Hazelton offered to go with him, but Tom declined on the ground that he could get over ground faster without Harry.
It was an hour after dark when Reade returned that night, hot, tired, dusty and hungry.

But he had found the correct address of the agency and the letter had started on its journey.
"Your supper is all ready," Dick announced.
"And I'm ready to meet any supper more than half way," Reade retorted.
"Just a minute, until I wash up." The other five boys sat and chatted by the table while Tom ate.
"Dan, won't you throw a lot more wood on the fire ?" asked Dick, as the meal came to a close.

"We ought to have the camp better lighted than this." Greg sprang to help Dalzell.