He also lacked ability in handling full-blooded, fun-loving boys.
Wednesday, just before one o'clock, the principal electrified the assembled students by saying, in a voice that was ominously quiet and cool: "When school is dismissed I shall be glad to have Mr.Prescott remain for a few words with me." "Now it's coming," thought Dick, though without any particular thrill of dismay.
He waited while the others filed out.

Somehow the big building didn't empty as fast as usual.

Had Mr.Cantwell known more about boy nature he would have suspected that several of Dick's friends had remained behind in hiding places of their own choosing.
Dick remained in his seat, coolly turning the pages of his text-book on ancient history.
"Mr.Prescott," called the principal sharply.
"Yes, sir," responded Dick, closing the book, slipping it into his desk, and rising as though to go forward.
"No, no; keep your seat until I am ready to speak with you, Mr.
Prescott.

But it isn't necessary to read, is it ?" "I was looking through to-morrow's history lesson, sir," Dick replied, looking extremely innocent.

"But, of course, I won't if you disapprove." "Wait until I come back," rapped out the principal, leaving the room.