on the table. "Mr. Pollock sent out to the pressroom and had
some paper cut of just the size that we shall need for wrappers."

"Did you tell Pollock what we are going to do?" asked Greg Holmes.

"Not exactly, but he guessed that some mischief was on. He wanted
to know if it was anything that would make good local reading
in 'The Blade,' so I told him I thought it would be worth a paragraph
or two, and that I'd drop around Monday afternoon and give him
the particulars. That was all I said."

Inside the package were three "sticks" of the kind that are used
for laying the little coins in a row before wrapping.

"Now, one thing we must be dead careful about, fellows," urged
Dick, as he undid the package, "is to be sure that we get an exact
fifteen coins in each wrapper. If we got in more, we'd be the
losers. If we put less than fifteen cents in any wrapper, then
we're likely to be accused of running a swindling game."

So every one of the plotters was most careful to count the coins.
It was not rapid work, and only half the partners could work
at any one time. They soon caught the trick of wrapping, however,
and then the little rolls began to pile up.

Saturday afternoon Dick & Co. were similarly engaged. Nor did
they find the work too hard. Americans will endure a good deal
for the sake of a joke.

Monday morning, shortly after half-past seven, Dick and his chums