But that was where the thought came in and stabbed me with a
question mark. Mr. Howgate is out of town. Does anyone here
know his address?"
Fourteen Gridley faces looked blank until Dick at last remarked:
"I suppose a letter sent to his address in Gridley would reach
him. It would be forwarded."
"Thank goodness for one quick-witted boy in Gridley High School!"
uttered Belle. "Of course a letter would be forwarded."
"And there isn't any time to be lost, either," urged Susie. "Girls,
we'll take Dick right up to the hotel now, and sit and watch him
while he writes and mails that letter."
"Right!" came a prompt chorus.
"Come along, boys," added Susie, as the girls started away with
their willing captive.
"Let Dave go," spoke up Tom. "Some of us must stay behind and
stand by our canoe. It's valuable---to us!"
So Darrin was shoved forward. He and Prescott had walked a few
yards when the latter stopped in sudden dismay.
"What's the matter?" asked Clara.
"We are dressed all right for our own camp," Dick replied, glancing
down at his flannel shirt, old trousers and well-worn pair of
canvas "sneakers" on his feet. "We didn't feel out of place in
the canoe, either. But the hotel is a fashionable place, and
we can't go up in this sort of rig, to discredit you girls. For
that matter, just think how smart you all look yourselves, dressed
in the daintiest of summer frocks.
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