quickly got together. By twos,
Dick and Dave Darrin leading, they marched down through one of
the side streets, it being permitted to High School pupils to
go outside the yard in the near neighborhood.
Presently Dick halted before a stone wall. He eyed Dan keenly,
who had been walking just behind with Harry Hazelton.
"Dan," demanded the leader, "you gave us to understand that your
mind is seething again. Is that true?"
"Quite true," Dan averred, solemnly.
"What particular kind of cerebration is oscillating inside of
your intelligence?" Dick queried.
"Which?" demanded Dan, suspiciously. "No, I never! I'm not that
kind of fellow."
"In plain, freshman English, then, what's your scheme?"
"We'll have to get statistics," announced Dalzell, "before I can
come right down to bare facts. When does the Board of Education,
otherwise known as the Grannies' Club, meet?"
"Tonight, in the Board Room in the High School building," Dick
answered.
"How many members are there?"
"Seven," Dick affirmed.
"That's not too many, then," continued Dan, thoughtfully.
"Not too many?" repeated Dick Prescott. "What do you mean?"
"Why, I've been refreshing my general information about this town
by consulting the city directory. From that valuable tome I
discovered that there are just nine undertakers in town."
"Now, what on earth are you driving at---or driveling at?" asked
Dick Prescott, suspiciously, while the other partners remained
wonderingly, eagerly silent.
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