"Just because she has her grandfather's money at last," grumbled Dave Darrin.
Soon the youngsters came to a point where they had to separate. But all hands were back at school on time. The work of the afternoon was duly progressing when the telephone bell at the principal's desk rang.
Old Dut held what proved to be a mysterious conversation for a few moments. Then he wound up with:
"All right. I'll send them right over."
Ringing off, Old Dut glanced at Dick.
"Master Prescott, it appears that you, Darrin, Reade, Holmes, Dalzell and Hazelton saw some trouble on the street this noon."
"Yes, sir."
"All six of you are wanted, at once, down at court, to give evidence. You are excused. If you get through at court early enough, come back to finish your afternoon's work."
Six Grammar School boys rose and filed out quietly. How enviously the other boys in the room stared after them! How curiously the girls glanced at the young heroes who were now wanted on the government's business!
"Say," ventured Dan as soon as they got outside, "I hope the judge orders Dexter hanged."