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"Dick Prescott and his chums, sir," replied Ripley, rapidly naming the five partners. Then, having accomplished what he wanted, Fred sauntered out. "I'll look into this further," thought Mr. Cantwell, angrily. "If I can satisfy myself that Prescott was at the bottom of this wicked hoax then I -I may find it possible to make him want to cut his High School course short!" Mrs.

"No," he decided. "Cantwell may be erratic, and he certainly has a treacherous temper, and some mean ways. But this was hardly the sort of trick he'd go in for." "Then it was Tip Scammon, all by himself," declared Darrin, with great conviction. "But to go back to Mr. Cantwell," Dick resumed, with a grin, "I must tell you something really funny.

I'll have the bag at your home within fifteen minutes." So during the first period after recess Mrs. Cantwell was visited by Getchel, who handed her the satchel, merely remarking: "Mr. Cantwell left this at my office, ma'am, and asked me to bring it down to you. It contains some money that your husband sent you." Money?

Several members of the squad saw what might happen, but every one of them was too eagerly expectant to make a sound to prevent the threatened catastrophe. Dick saw and half shivered. Yet in his desire to say something in the fewest words of warning, all he could think of was: "Low bridge!" Nor did Coach Morton succeed in thinking of anything more helpful, for he shouted only: "Mr. Cantwell!"

"I should have said that you and I were irreproachably proper, Mrs. Cantwell," responded Christian, gaily; "it isn't very kind of you to say that we aren't behaving as we should!" She laughed into Mrs. "Ho! Ho! Ho!" she said, with a laugh like the whinny of an old horse; "it's a long time since I kicked my heels over anything higher than a hearth-rug!

Cantwell had decided to attend the Board's next meeting on the following Monday evening, and lay the matter before the members confidentially. If the Board so advised, Mr. Cantwell was personally quite satisfied with the idea of disciplining Dick by dropping him from the High School rolls. "I'll protect my dignity, at any cost," Mr. Cantwell, murmured, eagerly to himself.

"Don't tell me that no one did! That football could not By through the air without some one propelling it. Now, young gentlemen, who kicked that ball?" "I did, Mr. Cantwell," admitted Dick, pushing his way through the throng. "And I'm very sorry that anything like this has happened, sir." "On, you did it, oh?" demanded the principal, eyeing the young man witheringly.

"But you should -er -that is -my dear Cantwell, you should make the punishments merely fit the crimes." "In such an outrageous case as to-day's," fumed the principal, "what course would have been taken by the Dr. Thornton whom you are so fond of holding up to me as a man who knew how to handle boys?" "Dr. Thornton," responded Mr. Gadsby, "would have been ingenious in his punishment.

Then the principal began to feel his wrath rising to such a point that he found himself threatened with an angry outburst. As his temper had often betrayed him before in life, Mr. Cantwell, pointing angrily to Dick's place, said: "Back to your seat, Mr. Prescott, until I have given this matter a little more thought!" Immediately afterward the principal quitted the room.

"Do you mean to say that I must take these pennies home, count them all -again! -and then wrap them and sign the wrappers." "I'm sorry, but you, or some one will have to do it, Mr. Cantwell." Then and there the principal exploded. One man there was in the bank at that moment who was obliged to turn his head away and stifle back the laughter. That man was Mr. Pollock, of "The Blade."

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