They were entering the little village beyond the hotel. They had to go there in order to mail their letters, for all the boys had taken advantage of this opportunity to write home. "We'll be nervous with this seventy-eight dollars in camp, in addition to the few other dollars we have," Dave suggested. "We won't keep a lot of money in camp," Dick replied. "I'm going to buy a money order for seventy-five dollars, payable to myself, and send it to my father to hold for me until we get back. Then I'll cash the order in Gridley and turn the money into our common fund." "And we'll add to that fund," proposed Hazelton eagerly. "If the bass and the trout hold out," supplemented Dick. "Say, wouldn't it be mighty nice if only we could get some home letters here?" asked Hazelton, as the three left the cart at the curb and turned to enter the post-office. "We can look for home letters on our next trip here," Dick suggested. "On Tom's, Greg's and Dan's letters I'm going to add a note on the outside of the envelope to the effect that letters may be sent to this office for us. And I'm going to add a postscript to my letter to my father and mother. You fellows had better do the same thing." Dick's first move was to get a money order blank and fill out his application. Then all hands attended to their postscripts. This done they went outside. "There's a little grove down that street," said Dave, pointing. "Why not go down there and take a brief nap?" "I want a long one," Dick laughed. "Traveling over that road was harder work than I've ever done on the football field." Their nap lasted until a little after noon. "Whee! But I'm hungry," grumbled Hazelton. "I think we may feel justified in finding a restaurant, and getting a good meal," assented Dick. "I want a steak for mine," proposed Darry. "It seems a year since we've had one." "Great idea!" nodded Dick. "And, while we're about it, we'll get steaks and some stewing meat the last thing before we leave town and take it back to the fellows. We've had so much fish that red meat will hit a tender spot with all the fellows." "It will make a big hit with Tom Reade, I know," laughed Hazelton. Pushing the cart through the street, the high school boys found a restaurant that looked as though it would be within reach of their purses. The boys put their cart in a back yard, then went in and asked permission to wash up. This being granted, they soon after took seats at a table in the restaurant. It was an odd little place, equipped with several booths, each containing a table and seats for four persons. "We'll take the booth away down at the end of the room, where we won't be seen by better-dressed people," proposed Dave. Accordingly they occupied the last booth in the row. There they ordered a meal that made their mouths water in advance. Hazelton, poking his head out of the booth as he heard some one enter, hastily drew it in again. "Guess who's coming!" he whispered.