"Yes," agreed Dave Darrin. "But the worst about that Board of
Education is that, though they _are_ dead ones, they're so very
dead that they'll never find it out."

"Won't they, thought" whispered Dan Dalzell, hotly. "Say, I'm
inclined to think they will! I-----"

"Dan!" whispered Dick, warningly.

"Yep; you've guessed right," grinned Dan. "I am hatching a scheme
in my mind. I'm getting up something that will bring even that
dummified Board to its senses."

"Then you can achieve the impossible," teased Reade.

"Say, but it's a warm one that's forming this time," whispered
Dan, his eyes dancing. "I'll see you fellows at recess. Not
a word until then. But you-----"

Ting-ling-ling. The bell connecting with the annunciator at the
principal's desk was trilling in IV. English, as it was in all
the other recitation rooms. IV. English rose, the boys waiting
until the girls had passed from the room. A study-hour in the
big assembly room followed for Dick & Co. Yet, had anyone watched
Dan Dalzell, it would have been found that young man was in the
reference room, and reading, or thumbing---of all volumes in
the English language---the city directory!

When recess broke, Dick & Co. quickly got together. By twos,