room to themselves.

"Now you may come forward, Mr. Prescott," announced the principal,
"and stand in front of the platform."

As Dick went forward there was nothing of undue confidence or
any notion of bravado in his bearing. He was not one of those
schoolboys who, when brought to task by authority, try to put
on a don't-care look. Dick's glance, as he halted before the
platform and turned to look at Mr. Cantwell, was one of simple
inquiry.

"Mr. Prescott, you are fully informed as to the hoax that was
perpetrated on me yesterday morning?"

"You mean the incident of the pennies, I think, sir?" returned
the boy, inquiringly.

"You know very well that I do, young man," retorted Mr. Cantwell,
rapping his desk with one hand.

"Yes, sir; I am fully informed about it."

"And you know who was at the bottom of it, too, Mr. Prescott?"

The principal bent upon the boy a look that was meant to make
him quail, but Dick didn't quail.

"Yes, sir," he admitted, promptly. "I know at least several that
had a hand in the affair."