"Yes, I remember," laughed Dick.

"Now, we couldn't have held that mob when school let out," pursued
Dan. "And now it's too late. But say, if the Prin. had only
sprung that on us _before_ recess-----"

"Well, suppose he had?" interrupted Greg Holmes, a trifle impatiently.

"Why, then," retorted Dan, mournfully, "we could have passed word
around, at recess, to have everybody bring just what the Prin.
called for---_pennies_!"

"Hm!" grinned Dave Darrin, who was never slow to see the point
of anything. "Then you had a vision of the unpopular Prin. being
swamped under a deluge of pennies---plain, individual little copper
cents?"

"That's it!" agreed Dan. "But now, we won't see more than a few
before we go to school again Monday. Oh---wow! What a chance
that takes away from us. Just imagine the Prin. industriously
counting away at thousands of pennies, and a long line of boy
and girl students in line, each one waiting to pass him another
handful of _pennies_! Say, can you see the Prin.---just turning
white and muttering to himself? But there's no chance to get
the word around, now!"

"We don't need to get the word around," smiled Dick. "If we passed
the word around, it might get to the Prin.'s ears before Monday,
and he'd hatch up some way to head us off."