"After a fashion," Dick admitted.

"Then hold off and be good while the rest of us hear about yesterday's
doings."

So Dick stood by, his face growing redder and redder as the reading
proceeded.

"That's what I call a dandy story," declared Greg as he finished
reading.

"Dick, why didn't you tell us something about it last night?"
demanded Hazelton.

"What was the use?" asked Prescott. "And, though I've always
thought the 'Blade' a fine local newspaper, I don't quite approve
of Mr. Pollock's judgment of news values in this instance. I
suspect that Mr. Pollock must have been away, and that Mr. Bradley,
the news editor, ran this in."

"It sounds like some of Len Spencer's stuff," guessed Dave. "He's
great on local events."

"If they had to print the yarn, eight or ten lines would have
covered it," Dick declared. "Fellows, we've used up eighteen
minutes for our halt, instead of ten. Come on!"

Greg, however, after rising, and before starting, was careful
to fold the "Blade" neatly and to tuck it away in a pocket. He
meant to save that news story.