See here, fellows"-- -here Dan lowered his voice to the faintest sort of whisper, while the other partners gathered close about him---"tonight we fellows can scatter over the town, and drop into different telephone booths where we're not known.

We can call up seven different undertakers, convey to them a hint that there's a dead one at the Board Room, and state that the victim of our call is wanted there at once.
"What good would that do ?" demanded Dick, after a thoughtful pause.
"Why," proposed Dan Dalzell, "if seven undertakers call, all within five minutes, won't it be a delicate way of conveying the hint that a Board of Education that thinks it can stop football is composed of dead ones?
You see, there'll be an undertaker for each member of the Board.

Don't you think the idea---the hint---would soak through even those seven dull old heads ?" Tom, Harry and Dave began to chuckle, though they looked puzzled.
"Well, if you ask _me_," decided Dick, after more thought, "I have just one answer.

The scheme is too grisly.

Besides, we've nothing against the undertakers that should make us willing to waste their time.