He soon came out again, wearing a satisfied smile and carrying a package under one arm.
"If I'm any good at guessing," suggested Dave, "you put the deal over." "Mr.Pollock agreed, all right," nodded Dick.

"I have fourteen dollars here.

He'll let us have the rest to-morrow." They hurried back to Dick's room, over the bookstore that was run by Mr.and Mrs.Prescott.
"Whew, but this stuff is heavy," muttered Dick, dumping the package 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.