"That leaves a balance of thirty-eight dollars to be raised," announced the Professor.
"And fifty cents," added Ned. "I think I may be able to scrape up a few dollars."
"So can I," added Walter Perkins.
Between them they were able to make the sum total one hundred dollars, leaving twenty-eight dollars and fifty cents still to be raised. The boys groaned.
"There is one way out of it," spoke up Tad.
"What is that?" questioned the Professor, brightening.
"Let Stacy go to jail," answered Butler.
"I—I don't want to go to jail. I won't go to jail," wailed the fat boy indignantly.
"You will unless we can raise the money," answered the Professor sternly. "Were it not for the disgrace of it, I should be in favor of letting you do that very thing. It might teach you a useful lesson."
"I don't need the lesson. How would you like that kind of a lesson?" demanded Chunky belligerently.